you'll feel glad when they stop thrusting their dicks into your ruined hole and fisting it up to their elbows, and just drive a thick spit through you, putting you over a fire to roast. just before the spit tears through your digestive system, they force a bite of what you realize is a steak cut from your dismembered limbs only a couple hours ago.



you wonder idly while you're bleeding out why one of them keeps flashing a peace sign. your family, coworkers and friends don't when photos of this show up on your social media. you've long since ceased to exist.