5 acessos
Loose sand embedded in flesh..
Eyeballs removed, filleted then force-fed..
I am the vulture circling the prey..
Death by the electric sander..
I sand down past the skin
Let it heal then do it again..
The prey living on minimal rations..
His screams only fuel the urges..
Deranged! i can't stop the mutilation!
Through the muscle and into the bone
I grind at the organs..
The patient gargles, screams and moans..
The blood bubbling from his damaged lungs..
I continue to grind until..
Minced guts and flesh lay on the floor...