She caught her immense break and was not gong to plumb it up. The beginner cop make her way thru the darkness, looking for the sumptuous lair. Stealthily, she crept up the stairs into the attic. She found the door, beyond, she could odor the stench, of what, she did no know. He had kidnapped and murdered a few gals over the last few months. Not always entire figures were found. He licked some of them. Today, she was expecting to save a life along with helping her career. A nymph she sought---recently kidnapped and she hoped--still alive. She was in. This had to be it. There were--things in this apartment she could not describe--thing she knew were used for bad purposes. There was the aroma. Then, before her was the board, a posting of news articles chronicling his sadomasochistic murder spree. She was dissipated for a moment.
And he amazed.
Taking hold of her gun in a display, squirting it--rendering it futile, then bashing and humping her to the floor. He strike her senseless, finally knocking her out. She woke up with her palms trussed over her head. She was blood-soaked from her jaws. He was with her. In his sleek peaceful voice he tantalized and hammer her some more. Then the knife came out--shiny, acute, catching the light as he ran it up and down her clothes. She was a daring tiny cop at first-ever, but as time went on, she got panicked. It was after he torn off all her clothes that she--while still attempting to maintain some composure, was startled out of her head. Then, he let the knife find her stomach. He jammed it into her, cutting, slicing into her, opening her up. With the knife out, there was a wide open wound and he did not let it fester lengthy before stuffing his palm inwards her--squeezing, pulling at her organs. She was in torturous anguish. He pulled his blood sopping mitt out and cut her down. She fell to the floor with a spat, her prostate trickling out of the wound.
Now, he took he clothes off and now he would have her.
He romped her stiff as she despairingly attempted to cling to her intestines He romped her a while until eventually shooting his fountain all over her bloodstained tummy and prostate. Now the fin commences. He tells her she can go--if she can make it to the door--only a few soles away. To make it more of a compete, he slices into both of her Achilles tendons. He pulls her onto the floor with a spat. He leaves the apartment and she separately attempts to make it. But, just centimeters away and he comebacks saying her she has failed.
He grasps a lengthy acute pull and pushes it onto her backside. He shoves rock-hard, spiking it thru her assets and she writhers and flops in anguish until it appears from her agape gullet. She is skewed in an odd pose, enforced by the rock hard poll. Afterward, she has been finished--oiled, cooked and now lays on the table prepared to celebrate on. He has a preference for soles, so eliminates both of hers and sets them on a glistening platter. He carried her soles off to celebrate on, leaving her glossy assets on the preparation table, without soles.
Contains: Extraordinary Brutality, Nakedness, Explicit Sexual Content, Gore, Bashing, Crushing, Hitting, Stabbing, Torture, Gutting, Ravaging, Cutting, Salivating, Cut of Soles, Cannibal, Assets Views, Sole Views.