Highly potent flames all around me - and this while my body falls down in the depth, a deadly noose around my neck. So here i am again - after a long period of silence at this diary. Much changed during this few months of non-writing. I want to tell you of course the most what happened, so i am starting at a familiar point.
As usual since a while i was in heavy forms of abuse at my Horror Asylum. Although i described myself as a sadist, the horny crowd used any possible moment to catch me down and hurt, torture or rape my stressed body again and again.
For many weeks there was no chance to escape this nightmare - i was forced to stay at the asylum during heavy server-issues, griefing-attacks and other horrible terrorism on a technical level.
A cruel psychopath showed up too, kidnapped me on my own realms, fattened me brutally and enforced some sustainable surgery on my breasts. After a while i became a chubby, huge-breasted property of this bastard.
The horrible guy forced me also to marry him - a very scary aspect and surrounded by a disgusting, blasphemic snuff ceremony.
He burned me to death on the fire-stake after the wedding ceremony. Of course i got restored and had to live in that entire nightmare for a while.
The Glass´n Stone House was my destination to hide for a few very deserved moments. There i was able to let out my current frustration on very, very poor victims.
But also at GSH i was not really safe from my not loved "husband´s" claws. His hunters were everywhere and found me always after a while.
Another sadist colored my hair platinum blonde before he started to violate and rape me cruelly.
Till the late autumn i got abused heavily and steady. As the winter began, the brutality of many treatments increased.
In a few rare moments i got also forced to wear black shiny latex.
The guy who molested and used me was highly excited during that not so usual look on me.
After a while i was able to escape from the monster who enforced me to marry him. But unfortunately the situation of being raped and killed did not end.
After a long night of abuse i staggered into a dark, huge cathedral near the torture-halls at Morken.
The priest there looked familiar to me and suddenly i started to shiver. It was Mister Cliassi and every time i met him, it ended up in horror and agony.
He blacked me out quickly after greeting and leading me to a kneeling-bench nearby.
Back to my senses i came tied on a wooden torture bench.
Brutally my nipples got burned with a hot clothing-iron. Also my entire breasts were harmed intense by the treatment with this iron. The priest told me that he wants to find some zone on me - the pain avoided deeper thoughts about that.
My breasts got perforated cruelly by a drill and a bloody mess covered my sweating, trembling and twitching body.
During the painful treatment my breasts got severed away with a sharp scalpel, my sex got burned with the iron, labia cut away and then scorched again with a branding-rod to stop the bleeding.
After a while of suffering in highest pain and a maximum of desperation, blurred senses from the blood less, the cruel priest yanked my bleeding maltreated body through the cathedral to the gallows.
Before that he cut my tongue out and sliced my feet - i sunk in final desperation.
A noose got placed around my neck, very tight. Next i felt and smelled the stench of gasoline poured all over my dismembered and bleeding body.
Surrounded by flames and while crying and yelling soundless he opened the fall-door and my life ended quickly.
As a last act of humiliation, the priest started to pee all over my black burned corpse. So the last tiny flames vanished and all ended finally.
Highly potent flames all around me - and this while my body falls down in the depth, a deadly noose around my neck. So here i am again - after a long period of silence at this diary. Much changed during this few months of non-writing. I want to tell you of course the most what happened, so i am starting at a familiar point.
As usual since a while i was in heavy forms of abuse at my Horror Asylum. Although i described myself as a sadist, the horny crowd used any possible moment to catch me down and hurt, torture or rape my stressed body again and again.
For many weeks there was no chance to escape this nightmare - i was forced to stay at the asylum during heavy server-issues, griefing-attacks and other horrible terrorism on a technical level.
A cruel psychopath showed up too, kidnapped me on my own realms, fattened me brutally and enforced some sustainable surgery on my breasts. After a while i became a chubby, huge-breasted property of this bastard.
The horrible guy forced me also to marry him - a very scary aspect and surrounded by a disgusting, blasphemic snuff ceremony.
He burned me to death on the fire-stake after the wedding ceremony. Of course i got restored and had to live in that entire nightmare for a while.
The Glass´n Stone House was my destination to hide for a few very deserved moments. There i was able to let out my current frustration on very, very poor victims.
But also at GSH i was not really safe from my not loved "husband´s" claws. His hunters were everywhere and found me always after a while.
Another sadist colored my hair platinum blonde before he started to violate and rape me cruelly.
Till the late autumn i got abused heavily and steady. As the winter began, the brutality of many treatments increased.
In a few rare moments i got also forced to wear black shiny latex.
The guy who molested and used me was highly excited during that not so usual look on me.
After a while i was able to escape from the monster who enforced me to marry him. But unfortunately the situation of being raped and killed did not end.
After a long night of abuse i staggered into a dark, huge cathedral near the torture-halls at Morken.
The priest there looked familiar to me and suddenly i started to shiver. It was Mister Cliassi and every time i met him, it ended up in horror and agony.
He blacked me out quickly after greeting and leading me to a kneeling-bench nearby.
Back to my senses i came tied on a wooden torture bench.
Brutally my nipples got burned with a hot clothing-iron. Also my entire breasts were harmed intense by the treatment with this iron. The priest told me that he wants to find some zone on me - the pain avoided deeper thoughts about that.
My breasts got perforated cruelly by a drill and a bloody mess covered my sweating, trembling and twitching body.
During the painful treatment my breasts got severed away with a sharp scalpel, my sex got burned with the iron, labia cut away and then scorched again with a branding-rod to stop the bleeding.
After a while of suffering in highest pain and a maximum of desperation, blurred senses from the blood less, the cruel priest yanked my bleeding maltreated body through the cathedral to the gallows.
Before that he cut my tongue out and sliced my feet - i sunk in final desperation.
A noose got placed around my neck, very tight. Next i felt and smelled the stench of gasoline poured all over my dismembered and bleeding body.
Surrounded by flames and while crying and yelling soundless he opened the fall-door and my life ended quickly.
As a last act of humiliation, the priest started to pee all over my black burned corpse. So the last tiny flames vanished and all ended finally.
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