Lokal

l.  I stood up and stepped through the door. The slaughter room was tiled in white tiles, and the light was strong and bright. Jennet hung on a rope from the middle of the room. Her blue eyes were open, staring at nothing. Dried tears on her cheek. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and her face was red. The noose had cut deep into her neck, and a dark red line had formed. Her face was a mask of pain, but she was not in pain anymore.

Her naked body swung a bit, and it was strange looking at her. She had no legs or arms anymore. Only clean cuts below her pelvis and her shoulders. She was just a torso hung by its neck. It was surreal. I had showered her this morning before we went. She had been a body, a person, my daughter. Now she was only a torso.

2. There were other women’s bodies. One carcass was lying legless and armless on the large butcher table, and her breasts were next to her, leaving only two large red holes on her torso. Her stomach was open, and her intestines were halfway out. Her throat had been slit, and her eyes seemed to look at her own breasts.

Another corpse lay on the other table. Her stomach opened, and an extended cut up to her throat. It had been the Asian girl who had been first. I recognized her by her skin colour, but her head was no longer there. Her body was hollow, empty, just her rib cage and her pelvis. Where her pussy had been was just a hole. Next to her body lay her cunt with her cunt lips nicely spread, and her uterus and ovaries neatly laid out behind it. Our butcher did really beautiful cuts. I had bought enough from him to know who I trusted with our bodies. 

3. If you prefer that. Sure. Kneel, please,” he said, and I knelt in front of him. “Turn around so you can look at your daughter while I slit your throat. I will keep your head on so I can spit you with it; it just looks so much better.”

I turned around. This is why we were here, not in a processing centre. The personal touch. The thoughtfulness. The craftsmanship. naked woman plus size mature.

“Oh. I almost forgot. You want the spit through your cunt or ass?” he asked as he held the cold steel to my throat, and his other hand grabbed my long hair securely. I put my hands behind my back and held them together.

“Ass, please. I want my cunt nicely roasted and not ruined,” I said, and then he held my head by the hair, and I felt the sharp knife cutting into my throat.

My blood started to spill out of me as I looked at my beloved daughter hanging in front of me and tried to imagine her pristine, virgin cunt laid out and beautiful.

I struggled as my blood flooded my lungs and I coughed. He held my head back and, with the other hand, stroked my face, while I tried to die with dignity and grace, looking at my beautiful daughter hanging in her noose. 

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03.  8 steps CreArt-Hyper-Flux-Dev

 

04.  AGFlux

 

 

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