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. ]