IR - Sneak Charnel - Sierra Cirque, PD

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The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and feel of self have hopelessly failed. I readied her with a tight clam truss and positioned her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of foray 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. Eyes covered and guided by the string cleaving her cunt she is spasmed up the hill. Every step is a panic and her feet are jabbed by bristle and shale. Arriving at the grotto I truss her to a tree. Her skull crevasse is inserted with 2 supermarket rags and sealed with filling tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her screams will scarcely be audible over the caw of the crows. The crows are proclaiming a new arrival; the celebrate is at hand. Lets commence with some red life essence drawn as the whinge of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.