Cut-throat Dialogue by He The Deceiver
Lying in a pile of her excremental waste
as I grind and decompose every bone she has left
Gnawing on her entrails as I'm emptying the large
intestine
Pleasuring myself inside her who knows how much more I
can take
Who needs to fuel the fire, we've got her ashes to purge
A human life I have confiscated as my own dead slave of
lust
This is your punishment;
I waited silently as they checked her rotted body
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