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Click hereCherryl cried and cried and kept trying to get a better look at him through the legs of the officers, and noticed a bunch of mason jars on the ground. What were they doing here unless they were his bait? She did not believe what she was seeing. The jars were all empty. There were over 30 and they were all empty. He couldn't have used all that bait. As she stood up and looked at the fire, on top, on a cooking stand was a skillet which had been cooking meat... thin strips of meat. Pink and brown strips of meat Cherryl felt faint and sick and collapsed on the ground.
It would be a week before the truth came out about Cheryl's husband, but it was not very pretty. He had mutilated 33 women, all having there vaginas altered, and he was eating them. His stomach was full of pussy lips when they did the autopsy. He had become the mutilator and a cannibal. Why? She guessed only a sick man would know why another sick man does what he does. Her life would never be the same, but neither would the women he mutilated. THE END
Navi Sorab
This story contains shocking horror-movie content. Reader discretion is advised.
There are some truly sick people in this world. Unfortunately, some of them feel they must write for literotica.
what was that?
horror? nah. sick, maybe.
erotic? not a single sentence.
no storytelling. just a boring count off of some sick events. strange indeed. i'm confused. what was the purpose?