The Devil's Blessing

I carried her body to a stall in front of a toilet. Turning around, I took a plastic bag from my backpack. Then, I reached inside and pulled out a gleaming cleaver. Yes, the destruction of beautiful things possesses a melancholic, sensual beauty. Faced with such an exquisite beauty, this melancholic, even tragic beauty is all the more absolute. I don't like my prey disrupting this extreme aesthetic order through struggle. So, I didn't immediately resort to the knife. Instead, I took two thin, silvery-white ribbons from the plastic bag. I used one ribbon to tightly bind the female dog's hands behind her back. I carefully wrapped the other ribbon around her alluring, white neck. After securing it, I gripped one end of the ribbon in each hand and tightened it with all my might. The instantaneous suffocation prevented her from reacting before she fell into a permanent sleep. After about five minutes of this, I checked her carotid artery; there was no pulse. Her heart was also silent. The tight constriction around her neck caused her head to turn a pale blue due to lack of blood, exposing the veins on her forehead. After confirming that the beauty was dead, I gently untied the ribbon around her neck. Then I turned her body face up. Her still beautiful face now had a tragic beauty about it. At this moment, I picked up the steel knife beside me. I held her head down with my left hand, and with my right hand, I pressed the cleaver against the purple lines around her neck caused by the ribbon, and forcefully cut downwards. The sharp blade easily cut through her flesh and throat. A large amount of blood gushed out immediately, flowing and dripping into the drain next to me. The severed neck revealed bright red tender flesh and white trachea, as well as many small blue blood vessels and nerves. I then raised the steel knife high and chopped down hard on her severed neck. With a crisp "crack," her neck bone was broken. The white bone was exposed, and then I used the knife to cut off the last remaining flesh and blood vessels. Her beautiful head was completely severed. I held her head in my hands like a work of art. Her eyes were slightly open, a narrow slit revealing two lifeless pupils beneath long, beautiful eyelashes, motionless in the gap. A small pink tongue protruded from her slightly parted mouth, like a mischievous little girl. Her expression remained one of ecstasy and oblivion, completely unaware of impending death. I placed her head aside, reached out and gently kneaded her exquisite breasts, her body still warm. Then I pressed the tip of the knife against the cleft between her breasts and plunged it deep downwards. The tender white skin beneath the knife tip, after sinking deeply, was finally breached, slowly smoothing out. The knife, after its deep penetration, began to swiftly slice downwards. Like a ship sailing, the knife cut a deep, crimson wave through the tender white flesh. Blood gushed from the split flesh, scattering and escaping. The knife stopped cutting right up to the top edge of her thick, square pubic hair. The opened flesh revealed milky white fat, yellow lymph nodes, bright red diaphragms, and stark white bones, the organs a vibrant, eye-catching array of colors. I reached into her ripped abdominal cavity and used the knife to remove all unnecessary internal organs. Except for the heart, stomach, and uterus filled with semen, I emptied out all the organs: clumps of large and small intestines, a whole helmet-shaped liver, and bright red kidneys. I piled all this waste into the urinal, wrapping the large intestine around the metal pipe above it. Then I severed the uterus connected to her vagina, pouring the sack of semen into her abdominal cavity, watching the cloudy semen scatter and flow through her body—it felt incredibly sexy to me. Then I chopped off the woman's two arms, and holding the small hand from one arm, I inserted it into her vagina, which was covered in semen, all the way to the severed vaginal opening, and pulled the hand out. The entire arm was thus bizarrely inserted into her own genitals. The other arm, in the same way, was inserted into her severed throat. I was quite satisfied with this imaginative arrangement. Looking at the once stunningly beautiful and alluring body, now transformed into such a strange and unique image, I suddenly felt a strong sexual urge. My nose filled with the strong, pungent smell of blood. A sour, putrid odor from the opened body flooded my brain. I reached out and grabbed the hair from her severed head. I dragged her head into the toilet stall, threw it into the toilet bowl, and muttered, "People say a leopard can't change its spots, didn't you say you'd never eaten shit?" As I spoke, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and splashed her beautiful head with foul-smelling yellow urine. The urine soaked her beautiful hair, flowing freely across her delicate face, and dripping from her slightly parted lips into her mouth. Then it returned to the toilet bowl from her severed neck. A long stream of urine splashed freely onto her face, immersing her beautiful head in the foul-smelling urine. During this process, I almost ejaculated again. Then I returned to her beautiful corpse, looking at her bright red abdomen and fair skin. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and straddled her body, my buttocks facing her dissected flesh. She slowly defecated inside her emptied chest and abdominal cavities, sections of foul-smelling feces falling onto her stomach and heart, onto her removed and emptied uterus. At that moment, I reached out and lifted her long, slender, white thighs, pulling her beautiful feet, still clad in black strappy high-heeled sandals, close to my eyes.I carefully admired their beauty. They were so beautiful. I couldn't help but gently kiss and lick their tender white skin with my tongue, sucking on their cute toes, while deliberately playing with the beautiful feet of this stunning woman, and maliciously defecating inside her delicate body. This strange pleasure aroused my interest. After defecating, I turned around and faced her headless shoulders. I picked up the steel knife and cut one of her snow-white breasts flat along the seam of her chest. Holding this youthful and perky breast in my hands, I kissed it. Then I turned the breast over and used the knife to cut... The mammary tissue and flesh inside were removed, leaving only a thin layer of tender skin. Then, I used this delicate, smooth skin to wipe her anus, which had just been emptied. It felt especially pleasurable as the nipples slid and moved across my sensitive area. After wiping, I looked down and saw that the tender white skin was covered in yellowish-brown feces. The pink nipples were almost completely encased in feces. Then I threw this piece of tissue into her stomach, which was piled high with feces. After relieving myself, I put on my pants and looked down, admiring the bizarre scene before me. My eyes swept over her entire body, lingering on her snow-white thighs. It would be a shame to discard them like this. I picked up a kitchen knife from the side. I pressed my left hand against her thigh, holding the knife against her groin. I sliced down, and beneath the cut flesh, the fat, white and rounded outwards. The tender red flesh revealed its fresh color. I swung the knife and severed her leg bone. I removed one thigh. Then the other. I opened the large suitcase she had just bought for me, emptying out the new leather shoes, shirt, and tie inside. I put the two entire thighs into a large plastic bag, placed it inside the suitcase, and closed the lid. This tender, beautiful leg meat was enough for me to enjoy for two weeks. Then I picked up the cleaver again, moved to the front of the corpse, and knelt down. I used the knife to slice the remaining breast into many small strips of flesh. Then I gouged out her only remaining, lovely, tender pink nipple and put it in my mouth… I chewed on it. The meat was indeed tender and delicious. I could even taste a hint of colostrum. Then I changed out of my blood-stained clothes and into the new outfit she had bought me. I neatly combed my hair. Then I took her wallet from her purse, took all her money, and threw the wallet containing her ID into her abdomen. I glanced back at her head in the toilet, soaked in urine and emitting a pungent stench, and gave a slight bow. Then I said jokingly, "Thanks, you lovely bitch!" I turned and walked out of the bathroom with my suitcase. Those bodies I had destroyed would soon be disposed of as household waste by the toilet cleaners. They would only mutter a few angry curses as they cleaned, complaining about adding so much work for them. Passing the leather goods store, I saw the beautiful saleswoman still standing there gracefully, greeting customers. As I passed the door, she gave me a signal with her alluring eyes. "Don't forget to come ride me tomorrow night~" I smiled knowingly at her. Secretly, I thought, "My cleaver has some tender meat to eat again." Every day, incomprehensible things happen in this declining city. We wander aimlessly in a world without our bearings. When God finally fulfills his will and unleashes his wrath upon humanity, we can only quietly admire the last rays of the sunset, and raise our glasses, carrying our sins, to bless God. [The End]

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