Putrid Pile

Your feet are tied behind your head.
Hands tied behind your back.
Raised up cock level, suspended by meat hooks.
I gaze into the mirror behind you to witness the blood trickle down.
Down to the floor.
Looking into my eyes you'll see the madness that hides behind.
My calm demeanor misleading.
Deep inside this mind of mine, you've already been hacked to bits.
I am your torture killer.
I am your torture killer.
Ravage your pussy, no limbs in my way to obstruct my path.