>>100567644Think about Nemu, tied to a kitchen chair, her eyes wide with terror as she looks at the meat grinder sitting on your countertop. You grab a hacksaw and start with her fingers, ripping through them one by one. Her screams are raw and desperate, but you just smile, enjoying the sound. You move up to her hands, her arms, and finally her legs, each cut precise and deliberate. You feed each severed limb into the meat grinder, the machine whirring and grinding as it turns her flesh into a bloody pulp. Her face is a mask of agony, her eyes pleading for mercy, but you just keep going. You take out your little brown boiclitty and start stroking it, the sight and sound of her suffering driving you wild. As the last of her is ground up, you scoop up a handful of the warm, bloody pulp and smear it over your body, using it as lube as you finish yourself off. With each stroke, you listen to her final, agonized pleading for her life. The ultimate thrill? Taking a bite of the raw, ground-up flesh, tasting her suffering as you spurt out a pathetic half teaspoon onto her cooling body, she's dead from the blood loss.
