The room is damp and the walls, covered with a thin layer of mold, smell of old and stale. An underwater world. A sewer. The reality of inaccessible underground.
At times, such as gusts, I sense the stench of feces left to soak in waste of all animals more assholes on the planet, mice, dogs, cats, humans, like animals in dire need to rid the bowels.
The rain that seeps through a crack in the ceiling that echoes to the ground with every second ticking able to emphasize if you make the mistake of paying attention.
Tick, tick, tick, tick ...
- Vero you feel it? - Ask the man to Da Vinci with his wrists bound by handcuffs bright to tighten its movements. Nude. In the nature of the poor emaciated chest. Awkward in the whiteness of the ankles. Scared prey as if his eyes fixed wide open and I hear the panting of his anxious and nervous.
Suddenly moans because it would mean something. - Bad news! - Exclaimed, interrupting him. - You have no right to silly demands. Evitami the "please", "forgive me" or "finiscimi now."
Moreover, the number of words and dramatized not been silent, would be endless if the extravagant imagination of those who begs for mercy. There must be some library in a breviary with useful phrases to convince your tormentor to spare. It starts from "I have children and wife" and ends with "kill me by then, then what." All
already seen everything already well documented by miles and miles of tape. When the tip
dell'anfibio hit his testicles feel like an antique. Nameless excitement that presses on the bottom of the heart sensations evoking lust. I stop, breath. He feels pain, I like. This disparity gives me shivers.
needles begin to slip into every part of his body. In the chest, throat, arms, palms of the hands, legs, feet. All the nerve endings have their own outlet. And he sweats, moans, throws incomprehensible verses. Going crazy with pleasure. Torture is a perversion old, the dream of so many bodies have available.
point straight to the orgasm.
The breath is getting shorter interspersed with pauses. I feel the adrenaline into the bloodstream. The nerve of ox tearing the skin is opening a new dimension door.
I see blood flow and jets of vaporized moisture in the air ...
Suddenly a sound Suddenly he is off his mind.
One, two, three seconds.
Then his eyes widened.
Above me the ceiling white. Alongside and in front of the beds in a row where they lie dormant and blessed my sisters.
my head on a cross, a prayer, Our Father for all sin like a sword of penance.
[Between his legs were the consistency of wet and wanton excitement].
RAMMSTEIN - DU HAST
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