tightly tied to a wooden bed twisted thoughts run through my head a sharpened blade i push it in red blood quickly covers my skin i feel the orgasm s climax mount blood and cum mix on the ground aborted butcherer i torture myself looking at partners on the shelf carved innards are starting to smell my wasted body is usless now picking up the butcher knife pushing it forth with all my might blood drips down it s harder to see staining red my colourless skin feeling faint i start to fall shoot my load until it s gone stab in the chest cut with a knife fluids gush out ending my life