Poetic Slutkin Kill Spree

torture phone sexYour accomplice whore knows about torture in all forms
Sweet young,
Innocent bodies,
Playing and carefree,
Never seeing it coming.
Look at these delicious young Morsels,
Girls and boys of every color,
Waiting for you to torture little fuck whore holes.
Shaking with fear,
Naked and scrumptious,
Soon to be lured over,
My Man knows what he wants,
Twin girls to help us find Rover.
It doesn’t take much for us to take them as they are looking for a lost pup,
Soon blood will overflow our cup.
Didn’t even put up a fight,
Running your hands over sweet young skin we know
They will be dead by midnight.
I am in his ear telling him this is good,
That every man has dark desires,
And how much I want to fuck in their young blood,
Use them Put out the lust fires.
I tell him how and what to do to them,
Savor each moment for we may,
Never have this chance again.
With each orgasm they are closer to death.
We will enjoy more than the rape fantasies tonight,
As we take their very last breath.
They will be at our table for supper,
Only they will be the main course!

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