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Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge |
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With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge |
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Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine |
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As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine |
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He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor |
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Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore |
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The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out |
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He stamps and hits and batters hard nad kicks her while she's down |
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Rectal rape with splintered glass |
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pushed with force up the victims arse |
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Razor slices need to be stitched |
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as the arse cheeks split to bits |
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Feeling numb, beaten, abused |
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Lying still. after being abused |
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Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass |
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Fuck your arse with broken glass |
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These sick pleasures people find |
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>From raping people from behind |
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Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge |
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Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge |
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Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine |
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Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine |
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Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass |
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Fuck your arse with broken glass |
