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And this here, my friends; is my bestest friend in the whole world, meet Belladonna! She is so weird! She is flayed at every moment and she enjoys it! Watch her tendons knot and weave her bones like ribbons on the maypole! Watch her twist and turn! Watch her disembowell herself and stuff her organs raw, blood-gorged and pulsating down your broken trachea! Doesn't she just taste amazing! Don't you just want more! She'll make you larger in every way you want! She'll make you dance and twist! She'll make you break and bend, just as she breaks and bends around the wet, rotted mould infested corners of your mind, seeping through the precipice of your own gelatinous subconscious! Watch her as she inverts you! Watch her rape your pathetic fucking useless yearning meat husk full of miserable human desires with her legionfold envenomed teeth and lustful tongues licking and pirrouetting around your gaping childhood wounds draining the black seeping trauma from you and filling your head with your own feces! Watch her as she laughs at your broken body victimized by her cleavers and fingers! Its so FUNNY to her! You're like a cute little worm! You try and move your limbs and all the delicate wiring inside of you now outside of you squirts, buckles and quivers like a fucked out whore! Fillets of morsels hang like christmas ornaments from your splintered and gnawed bones twitching agonizingly to your dying heartbeat dancing like puppets with nervous, rubbery red strings! you bleed and drink yourself as your mangled face is pressed against the floor sponging back in the sweet nectar that she has so kindly freed from your prison! You are folded into yourself - a butcher's ouroboros - and the taste of your own fluids is the only sense and thought in your impoverished, dying mind! Through the sickly hard iron taste your tongue is invaded by yellow fat that mingles with bile and stomach acids dripping and seeping through the countless open wombs that she has painted on your glorious artwork of a living form, and every single one has been impregnated with your own flesh, and your labour pains will be GLORIOUS! You push and force while all of you comes spilling out of your wounds into a waterfall of reddened lymph!

Who among you could EVER handle her?

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