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Cranial DevourmentLiving out in the sticks, in my little shack. No means of contacting anyone. Sipping whiskey by the bottle, I decided to go hunting one day. I stumbled across a broken down car with two elderly ladies who asked me for help. I gestured to them to follow me back to where they could use my telephone to make a call. Upon entry to the shack they were greeted with the unmistakable foul odour of rotten meat. After trying to phone and failing to make contact, I clubbed one over the back of the head, the other tried to run and fell over. She awoken naked and restrained to a skeletal chair made from animal bones. In need of food, I don't waste time. Carving, slashing, peeling, ripping, tearing flesh from her feet to her shins. I stabbed one of them in the stomach so many times that she could see her own stained intestines oozing out. The other one passed out from blood loss, and kept dazing in and out of consciousness, I punched her so hard that her eye socket caved in. Using a carving knife I start to peel the flesh straight off her head, I can't help myself eating it raw. I then gouge her good eye out with a spoon. Everything for her went black and the last thing she must of heard and was her own skull cracking, as I shattered it with a pick-axe handle. Masturbating here in my domain over decomposing cranial remains. They were once full of the brains of the innocent women that I had slain. Unstoppable lust over their piece, I'm up to my knees in putrid faeces. Wading through the festering flesh cesspool while slappin' away on my erect tool. Getting my kicks over rotten chicks, gorging down on menstrual bits, masturbating again and again. Over decomposed cranial remains. |