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Tightly tied to a wooden bed |
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Twisted thoughts run through my head |
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A sharpened blade, |
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I push it in |
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Red blood quickly covers my skin |
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I feel the orgasm's climax mount |
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Blood and |
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Cum mix on the ground |
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Aborted butcherer, |
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I torture myself |
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Looking at partners on the shelf |
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Carved innards are starting to smell |
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My wasted body is usless now |
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Picking up the butcher knife pusing it forth with all my might |
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Blood drips down it's harder to see |
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Staining red my colourless skin |
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Feeling faint |
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I start to fall |
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Shoot my load untill it's gone |
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Stab in the chest |
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Cut with a knife |
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Fluids gush out |
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Ending my life |
