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THE FOLLOWING IS THE CLOSEST TO A HOMOSEXUAL ACT THAN YOU WILL EVER SEE.
THE FIRST TO GO WAS THE PENIS. CASTRATION IS NOT AN ACT I HAVE PREVIOUSLY RESEARCHED, BUT IT WENT STARTLINGLY WELL. THE VICTIM WAS QUITE STRONG, BUT NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO ESCAPE HIS OWN MIND. DRIVEN MAD BY FEAR. AS MY KNIFE BROKE SKIN, I TRAILED IT ACROSS SLOWLY - AGONIZINGLY. HE SCREAMED, BUT NO ONE WAS THERE. NO ONE WAS AROUND FOR MILES. THEN, I ATE IT, SAVOURING EACH BITE. THE MAN HAD TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE.
"DON'T DO THIS. I HAVE A WIFE AND A KID," HE CRIED. WEAK LITTLE BLEEDER. AND I LAUGHED.
NEXT TO GO WERE THE ARMS. I RIPPED THEM FROM HIS BODY AND USED THEM AS A WRITING UTENSIL, BLOOD SPELLING OUT WORDS AND PHRASES THAT ARE UNTHINKABLE.
I NEEDED TO HURRY, HE WOULD BLEED OUT SOON AND I NEEDED TIME TO MAKE HIM SUFFER THE WAY I SUFFERED. THE WAY HIS FAMILY WOULD SUFFER. HE DIDN'T KNOW. HE NEVER SAW HIS DAUGHTER BOUND AND GAGGED IN THE BACK OF THE WHITE VAN. I PULLED HER OUT AND SMACKED HER TO THE GROUND. I SLIT HER THROAT AS THE MAN WAS FORCED TO WATCH, FOR I HAD SEWED HIS EYES OPEN. FOLLOWING THAT, HE DIED, IMAGES OF HER DISMEMBERED HEAD FLOODING HIS MIND.
LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, HIS WIFE. I SPRAYED HER WITH THE FEAR TOXIN, WATCHING HER WRITHE AND SCREAM. ALONE.
I WAITED AS THE TOXIN TOOK HOLD OF HER MIND AND BODY, AND THEN SHE DIED.
THE FIRST TO GO WAS THE PENIS. CASTRATION IS NOT AN ACT I HAVE PREVIOUSLY RESEARCHED, BUT IT WENT STARTLINGLY WELL. THE VICTIM WAS QUITE STRONG, BUT NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO ESCAPE HIS OWN MIND. DRIVEN MAD BY FEAR. AS MY KNIFE BROKE SKIN, I TRAILED IT ACROSS SLOWLY - AGONIZINGLY. HE SCREAMED, BUT NO ONE WAS THERE. NO ONE WAS AROUND FOR MILES. THEN, I ATE IT, SAVOURING EACH BITE. THE MAN HAD TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE.
"DON'T DO THIS. I HAVE A WIFE AND A KID," HE CRIED. WEAK LITTLE BLEEDER. AND I LAUGHED.
NEXT TO GO WERE THE ARMS. I RIPPED THEM FROM HIS BODY AND USED THEM AS A WRITING UTENSIL, BLOOD SPELLING OUT WORDS AND PHRASES THAT ARE UNTHINKABLE.
I NEEDED TO HURRY, HE WOULD BLEED OUT SOON AND I NEEDED TIME TO MAKE HIM SUFFER THE WAY I SUFFERED. THE WAY HIS FAMILY WOULD SUFFER. HE DIDN'T KNOW. HE NEVER SAW HIS DAUGHTER BOUND AND GAGGED IN THE BACK OF THE WHITE VAN. I PULLED HER OUT AND SMACKED HER TO THE GROUND. I SLIT HER THROAT AS THE MAN WAS FORCED TO WATCH, FOR I HAD SEWED HIS EYES OPEN. FOLLOWING THAT, HE DIED, IMAGES OF HER DISMEMBERED HEAD FLOODING HIS MIND.
LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, HIS WIFE. I SPRAYED HER WITH THE FEAR TOXIN, WATCHING HER WRITHE AND SCREAM. ALONE.
I WAITED AS THE TOXIN TOOK HOLD OF HER MIND AND BODY, AND THEN SHE DIED.