When Whores Meet Saws

I trawl, through the gutter, always in search of fresh whore's, to realize my desires

One by one, their flesh will succumb
They suffer, for my brutal lust

At last I have found her, a new delicious young whore, drool like a hound as I strap her down
Clutching at my bone saw, I start to modify her, her body parts become morbid art

Cauterize, seal her stumps with flame

Silenced, by the stitches in her lips, pluck her eyes from the sockets, hoist her up ready to be fucked

From hooks she is hanging, no eyes, no mouth and no limbs, nothing but stumps and a juicy cunt

I defile every orifice

Trying to scream with her last breath
As I slowly fuck her to death

She dies like so many others
Bleeding, with my cock in her anus