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Men made decisions to rape with fellow rapists. They decided sexual abuse and torture were bonding experiences.

he was hungry, and people are made of meat. made of sinews and marrow and blood and heat, and a fresh kill steams enticingly in the cold winter air. who goes grocery shopping for a temple dedicated to slaughter and death? the strong hunt the weak, and we don't cater to free loaders here. a small moment of kindness, whispering something like a secret. ill show you something your brothers wouldnt have told you about. you were born with teeth for a reason, little idol

when it wasnt survival, it was desecration. bodies as objects, tools, toys. broken corpses made mockery of. nothing to bury, nothing to grieve, loved ones torn apart by human hands but savaged like an animal. teeth marks on limbs, organs half swallowed. an intensification of pain, just for the sake of suffering. hatred and misery unending

now? now it is a form of worship. a new god at the altar, prayers in the night betwixt twisted limbs and pleased sighs. dragging a tongue against the writhing form of an intestine, a homecooked meal where you can feel the love in every bite. hot iron and salt, ichorous bile never tasted so sweet. there is no part of you i would look away from, no hidden pleasure i wouldn't kiss. i'll happily adore every part you let me see, and every part you hide from me. the thin barrier of skin keeping your vital secrets away from prying eyes, but i wouldn't dare carve you open, not until you get the wound started for me. this layer of seperation between us, sheets and shirts and underwear and flesh, let me unzip it bit by bit until we are wound up inside each other, no meaningful distinction where you end and i begin. surrounding me like an embrace, like a memory, pulsing bleeding alive, warm and tender and vulnerable, love and devotion and worship. let me pray here, let me rest here, let me take my daily bread here, let me worship the thin membrane of your stomach lining and the pulsing mechanisms of your liver. let me taste you, every inch, i promise you won't find me wanting. you're feeding a different kind of hunger here.