Sometimes I like to go on a little adventure. There’s a deep, marshy bayou down by my Uncle’s house, and it’s isolated and quiet there, far into the twisted woods where no one can witness me dragging the corpses. The thud, thud, thud of the lifeless bodies being hauled over broken logs can get pretty annoying sometimes. That’s why I’m a big believer in severing their limbs before I dispose of their rotten bodies. Stripping them naked and cutting off their hair is also important. I’ve got a big black trash bag in one hand and in the other, I’m gripping the torso and head of a 50-year-old neighbor. She’ll be a great addition to my body farm. I like to keep their deteriorating bodies stacked up on the shore. Before the gators come to get them, my friend Max does. He can fuck the whole lot of them for days before they go completely bad. After all, you really only need the mouth, the ass, and the pussy. Who wants all of that extra skin and arms and legs to get tangled in? Not Max. He uses, abuses, and cums inside of those decaying holes until there’s nothing left but shedding skin and fragmented bones. I like to see the sinewy muscle after the flies have come to feast on it. The exposed muscle starts out so white and vibrant against the deep red blood. It’s so fresh and stark. But it’s quickly stained by the sin that the larvae and millworms leave behind when they breed on it . . . and inside of it. I wondered today if I sliced open the little blonde bitch that I butchered last week, whether or not I’d find beetles crawling up inside of her asshole. Probably chewing on her once succulent little anal canal that so many dicks have screwed. Now she’s just gator chow. She was a teen mother, and she and her annoyingly bratty little daughter got what was coming to them. Even though I was excited, I had to make sure to slice off her long blonde hair and peel off her shredded mini-skirt, too. Otherwise, her hair and clothes would’ve caught on the branches and thorns throughout the forest, and left congealed blood and tattered skin hanging around as evidence. After Max comes and fucks them to pieces, I’m always happy to grab their ratty remains and sink them at the bottom of the marshy bayou. I wonder how many dead bodies are waiting beside them that other sadistic teens like me have killed. Have you fuckers ever been fishing for femur bones and seen any floating pussies?
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