Everyday, I get older, as my youth leaves me, as I ponder of a day of sinful fun time and be delivered to death. As I see some of the videos and images of suffering and death, as it makes me wet and horny, I can not wait for the day it is my time.

As I before I die, before I let myself get sacrified, I want those and those preferably females, to take a great pleasure to torture and rape me. I want to be humilated to the fullest, even at that time I beg for mercy, please don't give it to me. This as I scream in pain and orgasim, hopefuly I am enjoyed.

Next is to be is what my favorite, as to be impaled, gutted, stuffed, and roasted alive. As I suffer knowing this is a taste I be suffering when I am in Hell.

Then you can cut me up and finish cooking my body, and to your delight, eat me. Enjoy the juicy and tenderness of my body. This is a selfless sacrifice I am refering to.  Let my last day to be my most painful and mulilating death as it gives you all pleasure and enjoyment. As I die, I die young, beautifu, and sexy.

So what ladies would enjoy this, as I will give myself to this myself, as the time come, I will declare myself as meat.

My fetish, is not only fantasy, but real. Why not die a death, so entertaining to others, so selfless, as a sacrifice. I want to feel the pain and suffering as I can physically handle. I want to suffer so extreme, the thoughts that go into my head, is hoping I die now, to give mercy. But I want no mercy. I want to suffer. I want my beautiful, sexy, hot looking body to be humilated and mulilated to death. Dont just kill me. Let the torture kill me. I want you at first is to enjoy my beautiful and sexy body and rape me. Next I want you to whip me and whatever pain you would love to inflict on me. Then I want to be impaled, alive. Then you can gut me and stuff me whatever you want. As long I am still alive. Then I want you to rub cooking oil all over my whipped body. Next is to put me over the spit and let the heat whipped my sore body. Then I want you  to lower me, and let the flames whip my body. Cook me a little and eat me rare. I want you to see you take pleasure of eating me. I want you to see all you smile as before I fade away to Hell for eternity. And my flesh turns into stool and ends up in the sewer, eventually. As I know I am nothing but prime meat, tasty for my guests. Tell me, would you dare to come to my dinner party? Want to come? Would you do it on Thanksgiving? Christmas? Independence Day? I prefer it on St. Valentines Day. Why? It is my birthday. Giggles. Oh I am so wet, thinking of being devoured on St. Valentines Day. I do not fear Pain and Death. Because they are my Friends.