IR - Creep Charnel - Sierra Cirque

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The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs fat and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her assets pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and perceive of self have hopelessly failed. I readied her with a taut clam truss and positioned her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of invasion encircle the altar. Letting her stew for a duo hours will afford her the chance to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used. It was time for the trail. Blinded and guided by the cord cleaving her cootchie she is spasmed up the hill. Every step is a funk and her feet are jabbed by stubble and shale. Arriving at the grotto I truss her to a tree. Her skull crevasse is wedged with 2 supermarket rags and sealed with cramming tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her bellows will slightly be audible over the caw of the crows. The crows are proclaiming a fresh arrival; the celebrate is at hand. Lets start with some red life essence drawn as the whine of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.