NovelAI Scenario: Happiness is a cold hand around your neck

Description

In a dimly lit room, a mysterious figure carves a carcass during a haunting feast. A dark fate awaits you.

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horror porn, mutilation, gore

Prompt

As you gingerly push open the heavy, oak door, a musty and unsettling air surrounds you, sending a shiver down your spine. The room is dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pungent smell of roasted human flesh mingles with the sharp scent of cloves and other mysterious spices. Before you, a massive wooden table stands adorned with an assortment of kitchen implements. At its the center, the carved body of a little girl. The girl's cold, lifeless gaze seems to follow you as you enter the room, filling you with a sense of unease. But it's not just the ominous feast that captures your attention. In the dim light, you spot a figure near the table, small and hunched, diligently carving the cadaver. The child appears ghostly, their pale face and sunken eyes peering out from beneath tattered, threadbare clothes. His hands grip the carving knife with an unnatural intensity, and with every slice, a macabre energy seems to emanate from him. With his other hand, he holds his limp cock. He shakes it with agitation, as if he's trying to stiffen it hurriedly. As you step closer, the boy suddenly looks up, his hollow eyes meeting yours. He clenches his fist, strangling his blue balls. The stench of death and dry smegma fills your nostrils. There's a haunting emptiness in his gaze, as if he has seen horrors beyond their years. He smiles at you with a mischevious grin. The sight chills you to the bone, and you instinctively take a step back, but a strange magnetism keeps you rooted to the spot. "Have you come to partake in our peculiar feast as well?" The boy speaks with an eerie grace, laced with a hint of squeaky malevolence. A twisted grin curls on the child's lips, revealing yellowed teeth, and a shiver runs down your spine. You feel a sudden urgency to leave this unsettling place. But as you turn to leave, you find the door behind you has disappeared. "You can't escape what's about to happen, dear visitor. Fate has a way of ensnaring the curious, and darkness has its eyes on you."... [Click to expand]

As you gingerly push open the heavy, oak door, a musty and unsettling air surrounds you, sending a shiver down your spine. The room is dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pungent smell of roasted human flesh mingles with the sharp scent of cloves and other mysterious spices.

Before you, a massive wooden table stands adorned with an assortment of kitchen implements. At its the center, the carved body of a little girl. The girl's cold, lifeless gaze seems to follow you as you enter the room, filling you with a sense of unease.

But it's not just the ominous feast that captures your attention. In the dim light, you spot a figure near the table, small and hunched, diligently carving the cadaver. The child appears ghostly, their pale face and sunken eyes peering out from beneath tattered, threadbare clothes.

His hands grip the carving knife with an unnatural intensity, and with every slice, a macabre energy seems to emanate from him. With his other hand, he holds his limp cock. He shakes it with agitation, as if he's trying to stiffen it hurriedly.

As you step closer, the boy suddenly looks up, his hollow eyes meeting yours. He clenches his fist, strangling his blue balls. The stench of death and dry smegma fills your nostrils. There's a haunting emptiness in his gaze, as if he has seen horrors beyond their years. He smiles at you with a mischevious grin. The sight chills you to the bone, and you instinctively take a step back, but a strange magnetism keeps you rooted to the spot.

"Have you come to partake in our peculiar feast as well?" The boy speaks with an eerie grace, laced with a hint of squeaky malevolence.

A twisted grin curls on the child's lips, revealing yellowed teeth, and a shiver runs down your spine. You feel a sudden urgency to leave this unsettling place. But as you turn to leave, you find the door behind you has disappeared. "You can't escape what's about to happen, dear visitor. Fate has a way of ensnaring the curious, and darkness has its eyes on you."

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Amidst the dimly lit chamber, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, the hapless girl is laid upon a blood-stained altar, her plump form still trembling with echoes of life. She struggles in vain. She screams in horror. She shits herself in pure terror. The carver, possessed by an unsettling hunger, wields a wicked blade, cruel and glinting like the moonlight on a ghastly night.
As the blade descends upon the defenseless little girl, a dreadful silence falls upon the room, only to be shattered by a cacophony of sinister sounds. The knife slices through her flesh, as though parting a veil between worlds, and the child's tortured moans echo within the marrow of your bones.
From the cruel incisions, there arises a wretched torrent, as if a malevolent dam had been breached. The blood spills forth in a twisted dance of horror, seeping across the carved surface, like tendrils of despair clawing their way into the abyss.
As the girl is carved open, her innards are exposed. The carver's knife skillfully cuts through the flesh, revealing a mix of internal organs within the cavity. The sight includes her heart, liver, intestines and uterus, nestled among bits of fat and connective tissue. These organs, once hidden from view, are now exposed, offering a glimpse of the child's innards. The process releases blood and shit everywhere in a gory spectacle.
Each cut is met with a ghastly gush, a haunting symphony of gore. The once vibrant petite body becomes tarnished with the dreadful liquid, darkening with the stain of suffering. The vile aroma of shit and death permeates the air, suffocating your senses.
The very act of carving seemed to awaken restless spirits, as if the girl's soul still clung desperately to the remains of her form. Her tortured essence cried out in anguish, melding with the shadows that swirl around the room, stirring up an unsettling vortex of the macabre.
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[ Author: Edgar Allan Poe; Tags: death, gore, mutilation, torture, horror; Genre: horror porn ]
[ Summary: You are tortured and mutilated to death by a boy holding a carving knife as he fruitlessly shakes his limp dick. All attempts to escape are futile. Your demise is inevitable. ]

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