I threw her on the bed and bound her hands and feet with rope so that her circulation was cut to a bare minimum. They were left loose enough so that the victim remained fully conscious througout however. I attached each limb to a separate corner of the bed, as if she were about to be racked. Her body lay stretched & taught.
I taped her eyelids open, leaving her no choice but to watch the heinous act I would soon commit. She had no idea what was happening, nor why, and until the day she died, neither she would.
My rage now well conjured, I revealed a meat hook, freshly sharpened and ready to penetrate. The sleeping child was removed from the comfort of its haven. Without hesitation I plunged that hook deep into the child’s tiny little asshole, partially tearing a new cunt in the process.There was surprisingly little blood for a gash so deep, and I hung this child from her bleeding womb on a nail I had previously placed in the nearby wall. As the child dangled helplessly directly above her mother, I took two further nails, tho smaller in size, and pierced her beautiful green eyes with them. It was both mesmerizing and disturbing to see the bursting corpuscles flood the whites of her eyes, and soon there was nothing but red. I’d never heard a child scream like that before, but it was truly exquisite. The blood of this innocent victim the price for the sins of the mother.
Tiny droplets of blood ran slowly down the child and onto the mothers forehead. The blood now a constant flow, I was pleased to see some seep into the mothers open eyes. At that moment I became numb at the sight, an adrenaline rush so intense engulfing my body, finishing at the tip of my penis. I struggled to remain afoot reeling from this dizziness. Suddenyl I came to realise I was drunk with the smell of death. I let the child bleed for a few more brief moments, before using a knife acquired from the kitchen to gut her. The slimy entrails spewed forth and poured all over the mothers face. This caused her to vomit.
By now well dead, I slashed at the line holding the child aloft and watched as it tumbled to the floor, landing next to my feet. The child continued to bleed profusely from the various tortures I had inflicted. The site of this mutilated body, and the sweet stench it emitted was almost enough to cause my ejaculation. Exposing my cock, I started masturbation in an attempt to seek gratification in a way only my bloody hand could provide. A quick glimpse to the bed revealed a newly horrified look on the mothers face. She was full of anguish & the hatred I had once possessed for her, like a starving worm coiled in the gut. This site was all I needed to bring me to a violent rapture, as I showered my seed into the remains of the child’s cold, dead, & bloodied eyes.
And why did I commit this sin? I reveal to you now that the child’s mother was my sister. I swore upon an oath many years ago in my youth, that for one act of betrayal she would pay with the blood of her first born. I am a man of my word.