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21. MDNI. PARAPHILIAC. USED TO BE @PERVERSELAMB .

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

︻╦デ╤━╼𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇
𐙚𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ,, ֶֶָָ֢֢𖹭₊˚ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐂 𓉸⊹♡
𝐃𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

♡ & ⟳ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

@SNUFFDEITY Cause sicko bastards like us can only get off when there's a fight involved.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

It's not assault if you want each other's hands all over you, all the time.

[𝐍 . @SNUFFDEITY]

Mutual obsession to the point it starts to bleed into free use territory because we're physically unable to keep our fucking hands to ourselves.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

Manic x psychotic. Send tweet.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

Forever dreaming of learning a sword acts in a circus. For the mere fact of being able to toss a dagger and kick it so perfectly, it pierces a person's skull.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

I need to scratch at my scalp till I hit cranium; and then keep going.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

Spread out on the altar, favor and blood dripping from between my thighs that burn through the marble. The burn marks on my skin sizzle as He tries to cast me out, dragging a moan out of me as I add onto the mess.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

My cheeks are held together with shitty seams that need to be ripped apart.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

I was deemed the Lamb without its most valued asset, its cleanliness, and therefore cast out by your God. To be cast out is to revel in my sinful nature, to be cast out was the only way for Him to find me. Now He and I are the ones God fears.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

Saving your victim from fatal bloodloss by connecting your veins directly. Not because they deserve to live, but if they ever do live to tell the tale, they can't run from their own life force unless they finish the job after.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

@SNUFFDEITY It's all a part of the game. Feeding them pain bit by bit under the guise of a bit of rough affection, just a need to mark. Slowly pushing them deeper and deeper into the pit of despair that is you, too far gone into associating pain with pleasure to ever be able to leave. I see.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

To cover every inch of flooring within our home in bone shard mosaic, just to give ourselves a visual representation of our place within this world. Above them, together.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

The type to pitch a tent when I punch him back without any hesitation when he tries to abuse me. Dreamy sigh.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

To carve out all of my cheek and lip tissue so all is left is an abomination of a face that wouldn't even be able to satisfy any rapist's cock, no matter how hard they try.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

I trigger terror within counterfeits. Obsession within the quintessence of evil.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

That sick sense of intimacy born out of pure agony and helplessness? Ofcourse you're charmed, it's what you were made for.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

Sobbing and gasping against his shoulder, weak pleas falling against deaf ears as he grunts out praises. Yet you can't help but grab on and dig your nails into his back, finding grounding in the very same filthy rapist that's holding you down. +

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

The priest that would let himself be seduced and led into prostitutes' homes, visibly getting more excited and tense as the moments pass. Making no move, just watching, trembling. To save another led astray child of the Lord with the sweet mercy of death? That's what's orgasmic.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

A priest slicing off chunks of bodies, eating of it every day. After all, a communion wafer is just a newer, dulled down version that replaces the true divinity; a sacrificial victim.

[𝐁. @LAMBSFILTH]

I don't need to verbalise for you to know why I need this.