Your body is limited by rope
Eyes of fear, as your molested & groped
Go ahead, try it, you can’t move
Heart pumping so fast, you do not approve
He asks you if he can pound your ass
It doesn’t matter, as he rams a hose filled with gas
The torture ahead is not what you’d expect
This guy is a demented fuck, his cock becomes erect
Corrosive liquids traveling through your vitals
Melting your insides, as he’s jerking off with a smile
Bloody froth trickles out of your orifices
You convulse, spasm, die, he’s again victorious








Gritty, raw, and darkly lit. A kind of almost macabre view of a horror scene. You write the dark with great dexterity, my friend. Truly well illustrated.
John
Thank you my friend. Appreciate you
Powerfully penned, Keith. Sounds like a horror movie to me my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I love some gruesome horror. Thanks Damian.
Some bodies are limited by hope…
Thank you PAR.