The Devil's Blessing

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I went to the bathroom door and moved the maintenance sign to block the view. I locked the door from the inside. I didn't want anyone to disturb me at such a crucial moment. Then I returned to the sink and gently stroked her soft hair. I kissed her delicate lips and nipples again. I carefully caressed every inch of her soft skin with both hands. The lingering, passionate entanglement ended there.

I carried her to a stall to the 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 has a melancholic, sensual beauty. Faced with such an exquisite beauty, this melancholic, even painful beauty is even more absolute.

I don't like the prey disrupting this extreme aesthetic order with its struggle. So I didn't immediately use the knife to solve the problem. Instead, I took two thin, silvery strips from the plastic bag. I used one of the straps to tie the mother dog's hands behind her back, binding them tightly. The other strap was carefully wrapped around her alluring, white neck. After securing it, I gripped one end of the strap in each hand and tightened it with all my might. The instantaneous suffocation prevented her from reacting in her unconscious state before she fell into a permanent sleep. After about five minutes of constriction, I checked her carotid artery; there was no pulse. Her heart was also silent.

The tight constriction had turned her head pale blue due to lack of blood, and the veins on her forehead were exposed. Having confirmed the beauty's death, I gently untied the ribbon from her neck. Then I turned her body face up. Her

still beautiful face now possessed a poignant beauty. At that moment, I picked up the steel knife beside me.

With my left hand pressing down on her head, I pressed the cleaver against the purple lines around her neck, where the ribbon had bound her, and forcefully slashed downwards. The sharp blade easily severed her flesh and throat. A large amount of blood gushed out,

flowing and dripping into the drain beside me. The severed neck revealed bright red flesh, white trachea, and numerous tiny 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. After severing the last remaining flesh and blood vessels, her beautiful head was completely separated.

I held her head in my hands like a work of art. Her eyes were slightly open, two lifeless pupils motionless beneath long, beautiful eyelashes. 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 set her head aside, reached out and gently kneaded her exquisitely beautiful 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, finally broke through its defenses and slowly smoothed 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 in all directions. The knife stopped at 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, with organs of vibrant, striking colors. I reached into her ruptured abdominal cavity and used a knife to cut away 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 excrement into the urinal, wrapping the large intestines around the metal pipe above it. Then I severed the uterus connected to the vagina, pouring the sack of semen into her abdominal cavity, watching the white, cloudy semen scatter and flow through her body—it felt incredibly sexy. Next, I chopped off the corpse's two arms, grasped the small hand on one arm, and inserted it into her semen-covered vagina, all the way to the severed vaginal opening, pulling the hand out. The entire arm was thus grotesquely inserted into her own genitals. The other arm, in the same way, was shoved into her severed throat. I was quite satisfied with this imaginative creation. Looking at her once stunningly beautiful and alluring body, now transformed into such a bizarre and grotesque image, I suddenly felt a powerful sexual urge.

The room reeked of a strong, pungent stench of blood. A sour, putrid smell from her exposed body flooded my mind. I reached out and grabbed the hair from her severed head. Carrying her head, I walked 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 a foul-smelling, yellow urine. The urine soaked her beautiful hair, flowing freely down her delicate face, and into her mouth from her slightly parted lips. 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 turned back 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. I slowly defecated in her emptied chest and abdomen, sections of foul-smelling feces falling onto her stomach and heart, onto her removed and emptied uterus. At this moment, I reached out and lifted her long, slender, fair thighs, pulling her beautiful feet, still clad in black strappy high-heeled sandals, close to my eyes, admiring them carefully; they were so beautiful. I couldn't help but gently kiss and lick their tender white skin with my tongue, sucking on those adorable toes, while maliciously defecating inside her delicate body, playing with the beautiful feet of this stunning woman. This bizarre pleasure aroused my interest. After defecating, I turned around, facing her headless shoulders. I picked up the steel knife and sliced off one of her snow-white breasts along the seam of her chest. Holding this youthful, perky breast in my hands, I kissed it. Then I turned the breast over and used the knife to remove the mammary gland tissue and flesh, leaving only a thin layer of tender skin. Then, I used this delicate, smooth skin to wipe my anus, which I had just 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 covered in feces. Then I threw this piece of tissue into her stomach, which was piled high with feces. After relieving myself, I pulled up 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 was such a waste to discard them like this. I picked up the

kitchen knife beside me and pressed my left hand against her thigh. I pressed the cleaver against her thigh. Slicing away, one cut at a time, the white fat seeping outwards beneath the cut skin. The tender pink flesh gleamed with a fresh color.

I swung the cleaver, severing her leg bone. I severed one thigh. Then the other. I opened the large suitcase she had just bought for me, emptying out her new leather shoes, shirt, and tie. I put both thighs into a large plastic bag and placed it inside the suitcase. I closed the lid. This tender, beautiful thigh meat would be enough for me to enjoy for two weeks. Then I picked up the cleaver again. I knelt down in front of the corpse. Using the cleaver, I sliced the remaining breast into many small strips of flesh. Then I gouged out her only remaining, lovely, tender pink nipple. I put it in my mouth and chewed it with relish. The flesh was indeed delicious. I could almost taste the milky flavor of colostrum. Then I changed out of my blood-stained clothes. I changed into the new clothes she 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 teasingly, "Thanks, you cute bitch!" I turned and walked out of the bathroom with my suitcase.

And those bodies I destroyed will soon be disposed of as household garbage by the toilet cleaners. I'll just mutter a few angry curses as they clean, complaining about adding so much work for them.

Passing the leather goods store, I saw the pretty saleswoman still standing there gracefully, attending to 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. I thought to myself, "My cleaver will have some tender meat to eat again." Every day, incomprehensible things happen in this declining city. We wander aimlessly in a world without direction. When God finally completes 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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