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         We’re naked.  We laugh.  We dance.  We stab.  We listen to the whore’s stifled screams.  She’s awake, again.  We kiss.  We lick the whore’s blood.  She struggles.  She bucks and thrusts wildly.  She’s afraid.  We trace the blade across her exposed skin.  She trembles.  She relieves herself.  Urine flows to the dirt beneath her.  We lay at her feet.  Piss trickles over us like a waterfall.  We’re excited.  We stab.  The whore screams in pain.  She screams for mercy, but we can’t hear her, not really.  We lick the whore.  Sweating profusely has given her flesh a salty taste.  She’s delicious.  We stab!  The whore writhes in pain.  She tries to keep us off of her.  We hold her still and lick her body.  She whimpers.  We’re really excited.  We remove the rest of her clothing.  She shakes, but can do nothing.  We laugh.  We lick.  She screams.  We taste the whore.  No one can hear her.  We lick and we laugh.  We bite.  She screams.  We stab.  Her nipples are hard.  We bite.  The whore tries to extend her knees.  She can’t lift her knees.  We poke her.  We really are excited.  She whimpers as we poke her.  We lick her.  She sobs.  Her abdomen shakes as she cries.  We laugh.  We dance.  Her breasts shake as she sobs.  We laugh.  We kick.  We slice.  The whore screams.  She can’t be heard.  Soon she won’t be seen.  We taste the whore’s blood.  We love the whore’s blood.  We remove one of the whore’s erect nipples.  She screams.  She cries.  We laugh.  We slap.  We cut.  She bleeds.  Everywhere, she bleeds.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We dance.  We hop.  We wiggle.  We kiss.  We slap the whore.  We kiss the whore.  We bite the whore.  The whore cries.  She bleeds.  She wiggles.  We’ve never been so excited.  We breathe inches away from the whore’s face.  We poke her.  Her nose is tiny.  Her nose ring twinkles and excites us.  We poke her.  We see tears trickle down from beneath her blindfold.  We lick her secretions, her salty drops of water, oil and mucous.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We stab.  We remove her pinky toe.  The whore screams.  The whore’s toes spread as if volunteering to be the next toe removed.  We laugh.  The whore cries.  We kiss.  We suck the toe.  It is salty.  We chew on the toe.  We spit it out.  We allow the spurting blood to cover our face.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We lick the whore.  She’s not moving much now.  We laugh.  We bite at the remaining nipple.  The nipple resists before it rips off, stretching like taffy until separating from her flesh.  The whore screams.  We can’t hear her, not really.  We spit the nipple at the whore.  We laugh.  We dance.  We slice off a finger, the left ring.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We dance.  The whore cries.  We lick the wound.  We tongue the hole of the missing finger.  We control the whore’s breathing.  It’s much more rapid when we cut.  Therefore, we cut.  The whore’s breathing sounds as if she’s giving birth when we touch her.  We lick.  She cries.  We kiss.  We dance.  We laugh.  We want the whore to give up her ghost.  We bite the whore.  We rip.  We claw.  We dig at the open wounds.  The whore screams, but no one can hear her.  We laugh.  We’re excited.  We kiss.  We lick.  We suck.  We can’t wait any longer.  We suck.  We caress.  We rub.  We bite.  We kiss.  We stab.  We kiss.  We lick.  We suck.  We stab. 
         It is dark.  It is early in the a.m.  The basement is damp.  There is no floor, only dirt.  There is no house, nor soul for ten miles.  The only rays of light emit from a fifteen watt bulb screwed into a lamp resting upon a table in the corner of the room.  The whore is handcuffed at the wrists.  She dangles from chains hanging from the ceiling.  Her legs are bound to chains attached to opposite walls.  She is fully nude.  We cut the whore.  She sobs.  The duct tape covering her mouth is saturated with blood, snot, spit, sweat, tears and now urine as we piss on the whore.  We aim for the face and watch piss drip down her face.  The bacterium from the urine is burning the whore’s wounds.  She sobs.  She tries another pathetic attempt at escaping from the clutches of her chains.  We laugh.  We poke the whore from behind.  We press against her small, toned dark buttocks.  The whore sobs.  We laugh.  We sniff the whore’s hair.  There is a faint hint of coconut.  We’re so very excited.  We cut the whore.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We dance around the whore.  She is limp.  There isn’t much fight in this whore.  We laugh.  We stand inches from the whore’s face.  She feels a surge of life from the fear we’ve caused by poking her tiny patch of pubic hair.  She feels us close, feels our touch.  She is tense.  We breathe onto her.  She sobs.  We lick her nose.  She sobs harder.  Snot and sweat blow from her nose as she sobs.  We lick her nose.  The snot and sweat stretches from her nose to our tongue.  We remove the duct tape from her mouth.  Urine drips, with sweat down her plump, red lips and onto her tongue.  The whore cries.  Just as she summons the strength to scream, we snatch her tongue from her mouth and separate it with one swift slice.  Blood erupts from the whore’s mouth onto our face as the whore screams and cries.  We laugh.  We kiss.  We suck.  We lick the blood from the blade.  Bloody drool drains from a slight gap between the whore’s lips.  She sobs and whimpers and hangs, not much life left for anything else.
         We pace and wait.  We’re excited.  The whore will be dead soon.  We remove her blindfold.  She squints through the sweat, blood and tears.  She sees us naked.  She sees us covered in her blood, sweat, spit and urine.  She cries.  We laugh.  We kiss.  It’s been minutes since the whore has moved.  She could be unconscious from the pain.  More than likely she is dead, exsanguinations definitive kiss.  We kick the whore.  Blood and bile spurts from her mouth.  She bleeds from a hundred wounds.  We laugh.  The whore can barely open her eyes.  She sees us.  There is no reaction.  We laugh.  There is nothing left.  We suck.  We rub.  We remove her bondage and take down the body.  The whore lay lifeless on the dirt floor.  We fuck.  We fuck next to the dead whore.  Finally, we fuck.  We laugh.  We fuck.  The whore is dead.  We rejoice.  We cum.