Amputated Genitals - Rites Of Brutality

Do you have fire? Have you ever smelled your own burned flesh? I know that i have scars on my hands. I like that smell of smoke, gas, and matches. Untiring with my patients, Unmerciful with the flames. House on fire, all that remains are cremated bodies. A strong smell of meat invade the neighborhood. Some people run on the streets. The panic possesses their minds. Ill their families are deformed and dead. I laugh of happiness. Nobody catch me I'm hidden and I see everything that is happening. Browned skin, Bleeding muscles, Charred hair and heads, Pieces of bodies, I help to rescue the cadavers. Touching all the burned flesh, pieces of bones and organs. Deformed corpses, cooked and fried meat, like in a big Sunday BBQ, toasted ribs, sweet human meat.

I see a car, 40 year old woman with a fat and stupid vanity, long brown hair, a lot of grease in her body, her sight full of fear. I hit the side car window with my red light lantern. I pull out of the car her yelling boyfriend, and i pack him in the trunk. She try to scape and i catch her inside the car. I rip her clothes, I strangle her and I put her humanity in the back seat. Cut her neck and let the blood flow. Her blood excites me. With my finger stain my chest, introduce my dick in her mouth full of blood. A gush of blood mixed with my cum, untouchable, I'm not slowly and progressive like the lepra. I'm quick and mortal like the pest, I drop the body outside with one hack break to her skull, then with the car, i grind her breast. I kneel, I put my dick in her mouth once again. I'm a son of animals, wild animals, slash and chop her nipples, clean it with some blood, and I chew it like a gum. I leave the car meanwhile the flames consume the screams of the packed corpses. I'm the red light bandit.

The hate invades my mind. The regards mortified me. Bullets and blood around me. I can't sleep. The nightmares scare me. I detest my mother, she can't help me. The woman will die. She don't hurt me, She is not to blame. I hate the neighbors too. I want to kill them, I want to show them one little time in hell. I'm thinking in how the bullets enter in their heads, and the blood staining the door and floor. And i burn my mother inside of the kitchen, with newspaper and gasoline go down, go down to first floor. The neighbor opens the door and i shot her in the head twice, twice and her friends want to escape but they receive the bullets in the head. Other neighbors die too... I go to good restaurant and prepare the gun in the restroom. Everybody will die. Shooting their heads with unmerciful hate. I only want to kill them. This is like Vietnam.

192 juicy bodies of children. I'm a sadist. I'm looking for a child. I feel guilt but i feel hate. That extreme force something strange tells me. Go to kill, kill them, that beast was me. I bought some bottles of liquor and I decide to kill him in a violent manner. Always I have in my bag, rope, razor blades, and a big knife. Tie his hands and I caress the body, pull out his clothes and I rape him,naked. I, bitting a lot his body, I, burning his skin with a candle, I felt very good doing it. Slashing in 59 times his body, I practiced satanic rites with the children that i murdered. I have a pact with the devil. I cut his genitals and his anus, and I put his penis in his mouth. This body without testicles or eyes, Abdomen without guts, with only one hack, cut his head.

I attack an old woman turn 91. After tying her gagging and hit her strongly i suffocated her with a pillow. I tie the cadaver with the cord of a curtain. Days later, another victim. This time of 89 years. I suffocated her with a plastic bag. My crimes became more violent and of an extreme cruelty. My following victim was retired from 71 years. After gagging her and tying her with a cable, I hit her with such a force that i broke their nose and jaw. Then i used a muffler in order to strangle her. Most of the bones from the right part of the body were destroyed, and I tortured her until death. She had the mouth and the throat burned by acid. I forced her to ingest flat caustic. The lack of love had become me hard until the point of ignoring the suffering with th victim didn't have pity. I only attack to the weak people

I hacked ten people to pieces. I'm not guilty for nothing. I'm happy. I like human meat. Their guts and fresh flesh. All my victims were hunted and cut apart. I hid some parts of their corpses, and kept only I wanted to mess because it stained everything around. After I cooked it, left an awful stench. My kitchen is a horrible place, but I like it. I'm not merciful. A big plate of guts, much better with some gravy. I need human meat. Nothing else to eat. When I don't have nothing, I cook hands heads and feet in a soup, cause if fried, I have a painful stomach-ache.

The death follow us. The way to the gore dimension. The tombs call us again and again. The cannibal ancient instinct show us all the suffering in our faces, in our minds and skin on strange force. The knife of hate becomes in a torture, extreme and intense suffering. The evil force presences transforms all in nightmares. Rites of brutality, illness and maniac destroy all in his mind, torment life. Blood and pain. Eyes of eternity, horror, desperate and victim of terror scarred. Screams and howls, the death is coming. Infernal circle. Power perpetual, malignant ceremony until end of the life.

I'm nervous and hungry. To hit her excites me. I want to hear her laments. Livid bruises in her face. My aberrant sex only gives me satisfaction. Kick her stomach. I feel very good with my wife, she is like a doll, and now pull up her clothes, tie her in my bed with my pants, penetrate with my cock, her ass, and at the same time her vagina with a hot screwdriver. Cut her fingers and chew them. Strong screams a lot of blood. A filthy room. Take a shower with her blood. Large stain on the bed and floor. Bloodless with no force, ready to eat. Starting with her thighs, slashing her buttocks and bitting her vaginal skin. I didn't know what happened, I regurgitated it all, half digested over her