Cannibal

You have been knocked out, tied up, and . You sit before me bound tightly, unable to move even an inch. As you struggle and scream, I stare at you with excitement. I love to watch you beg. That panic in your eyes makes me hungry for you. I pull out a knife and seduce you with its sharp blade. Despite how utterly terrified you are, your cock stands on end, aching for it. Thats when the torture begins; I carve my initials in your flesh, marking my property and watching you bIeed. Never has a man been so helpless, so weak, before me. This is just the beginning. I chop you up as much as I can without ending your Iife entirely, starting with your fingertips. You wale and curse. Your body fights with every ounce of strength it has to escape but it cant move in the slightest. I am elated. You always wanted to make me happy, right? Lets take it even further. I continue by slicing off the fat off the back of your arm then salt the wounds so you dont bIeed out. I want you to be alive as long as possible to prolong this beautiful interaction. Tears stream from your face as you watch me fry up your fIesh in a pan, then place it past my beautiful red lips and sink my teeth unto your soft tissue. My pussy becomes wet the instant your meat touches my tongue. I must have more. Little by little I carve out as much as your body as possible while keeping you awake. Eventually you stop struggling. Your mind has accepted its fate and has begun pumping out endorphins to cope with the physical trauma. Thats when I know its time for the main course: that ugly, worthless cock thats remained hard this entire time. I tear it from your body mercilessly and fry it up. As you bleed out, I feed it to you from my knife. Darkness begins to envelop, your vision blurs, and my voice grows distant. The end is near. In the last seconds of life thats left, I kiss you slowly, making it all worth it.