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Protruding eyes under sharpened steel
speak a frantic cry for help
one which your mouth cannot express
because its filled to capacity with your soiled panties.

Your eyes are the first to go.
The panic they portray is unbecoming of you.
I carefully scoop them out and sever the optical nerve.
Such a sensually delicious cavity remains
and I feel a tightening in my pants.
I must wait.

This aroma of sweat and blood
fills my sinuses with great pleasure.
Your screams are now hardly masked by your shit-stained drawers.
You cannot see the terror before you
but this does not ease your fright.
These pants are much too tight now.
I remove them and let my penis stand proudly in the air,
twitching at the prospect of what will come next.

Each limb is removed with careful precision.
I'm glad now that your eyes rest in a tray beside the bed,
as I'm sure you'd find my penis rather small and wretched.
Perhaps you would think me less the alpha-male.
The truth is quite contrary.

Limbless and almost lifeless, you barely breathe on these silk sheets.
I remember today is Tuesday.
Mother would usually be making roast beef.
My mind has drifted once again.

I must focus on the task at hand
if I wish to fulfill my desires.
My stomach growls, libido aches
and I hurry my pace.

The time has finally come.
I gently insert the glans penis into the tight walls of your vaginal crevice
and I am reminded of the laces around the neck of my younger brother.
A nun doesn't have a cunt this tight,
or this magnificent body either.
You are my property.
You always were.

I finish in your mouth and make quick work
in your decapitation.
Mother's roast beef is waiting
and I have quite a drive home.

(I cannot control this...
in disguise, a path's been paved for something.
I cannot console his vacant eyes that have waited so long.)

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