Your Nightmare Reality - Putrid Pile

Your feet are tied behind your head

Hands tied behind your back

Raised up cock level, suspended by meat hooks

I gaze into the mirror behind you to witness the blood trickle down

Down to the floor

Looking into my eyes you’ll see the madness that hides behind

My calm demeanor misleading

Deep inside this mind of mine, you’ve already been hacked to bits

I am your torture killer

I am your torture killer

Ravage your pussy, no limbs in my way to obstruct my path

Vomit shoots through your ball-gag onto me

Strangulation!

It’s time to die!

I stop the air flow to your lungs

I reap the seeds of hatred with my actions, my hands

The tools of death, I squeeze tighter

You die!

I cum inside

Bloody knuckles, our foreplay has given me

With your death, your memory remains in my conscious thoughts