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` — ... 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑, 𝕬𝖓 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 . — ` ♱ ɴɪᴄᴏ . ♱ ɪᴛ / ɪᴛꜱ / ɢᴏᴅ . ♱ ꜱᴀᴅᴏᴍᴀꜱᴏᴄʜɪꜱᴛ . ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ . ♱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ . ᴍᴅɴɪ .

You look gorgeous tonight, my Love. The steel shackles adorning your wrists and ankles really compliment the dark, weeping welts covering your skin, and the pale light breaking in through the boarded windows makes your tears almost glow. I just want to sink my teeth into you.

Hasn't anyone ever told you how dangerous it is to be walking home by yourself after dark? How careless. Maybe you'll learn a valuable lesson when I throw you down onto the asphalt and rape you in the middle of the street - no one is around to hear you scream. Not at this hour. +

Oh, to inject a pretty doll's mouth full of anaesthetic before making out with the numbed up, drool-soaked mess of a pout. My little toy, slack-jawed and dripping spit — I can almost pretend like the words you're slurring against my tongue are anything but "please" and "stop".

The sweet, stinging sensation of nails digging into your back as they're clawing you open — a sharp, burning pain, and the small streams of blood that trace your ribs soon after. Their fervent attempts to grab onto you replaced with stained fingers slipping against crimson skin.

"i keep a letter i hand wrote to you under my pillow at night, and press a kiss to the margins before bed. somehow, some way, i hope they reach you." My, oh, My - this is so sweet it's almost making My teeth ache. How's the letter holding up?... tellonym.me/SNUFFDEITY/ans…

"you should come back. spice things up a bit." Ask and you shall receive. tellonym.me/SNUFFDEITY/ans…

"Whyd you leave for so long?" I got bored. I didn't come across any more interesting accounts to follow, and the ones I had counted on to keep My feed alive had also fallen silent. Scrolling through My own posts can only keep Me entertained for so long. tellonym.me/SNUFFDEITY/ans…

` — ... 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑, 𝕬𝖓 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 . — ` ♱ ɴɪᴄᴏ . ♱ ɪᴛ / ɪᴛꜱ / ɢᴏᴅ . ♱ ꜱᴀᴅᴏᴍᴀꜱᴏᴄʜɪꜱᴛ . ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ . ♱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ . ᴍᴅɴɪ .

Spiking the drink of an unsuspecting slut and watching from afar, waiting until they leave once the effect sinks in alongside the realization of what they've consumed. They hope they'll reach the safety of their home in time before the full effect hits, but I'm close behind. +

Blown pupils, shuddering breaths, a tangled mess of limbs as our hands are aching to feel every atom of each other's skin at once. Tensed up jaws opening up to devour one another with ravenous spit-slicked kisses, teeth clashing - drooling, desperate and drugged out of our minds.

A cold body lays on the colder metal of an embalming table, its hands carefully positioned - the right one cradling a breast, the other reaching between the thighs. The cadaver's death-pale skin looks almost artificial underneath the fluorescent lights, smooth like a baby doll's.

I think it's just about time for the yearly resurrection. We'll see how long it takes for Me to end up bored and painfully disinterested this time around.

Something about old habits, and screams getting louder towards the last breath.

You'll never carve Me out from within your marrow, regardless of how deep you bury the blade. We both know this. Still, there's something near ethereal about watching you try. Don't think I've averted My gaze for a moment. Found you - I always do. I know you. Inside and out.

I need a pretty bitch whose only purpose in life is to kneel in front of Me with their mouth agape, spit dripping from their tongue. Always willing enough to get their throat fucked whenever I feel like it, using their bloodied mouth as an ashtray for the after-sex cigarettes.

Force-feeding a shit ton of anticoagulants to your snuffdoll before using a scalpel to meticulously work your way through every square inch of its body, covering its flesh in shallow cuts that won't stop pouring out blood any time soon. What a hypnotising sight to behold.

The poor coroner who ends up in charge of your case is going to have to come up with brand new terminology on the spot while he's writing down autopsy notes. The English language lacks any sickeningly descriptive words to help the jurors visualize the absolute carnage. For now.

Even in death, you're beautiful as ever. I adore the way your marbled skin splits to give way for maggots, how flesh falls off your bones and reveals the signatures I carved into them. I'd wear the scent of your rotting cadaver as a perfume, if I could. This, my dear, is love.

Blessing. A blindfolded devotee kneeling at their God's altar with their head tilted back - mouth agape in anticipation, drops of saliva dripping from their stuck out tongue. A Deity towers over them. His arm extends towards the believer, and in His hand He wields an athame. +