Cut-Throat-Neoandertals

An act of joy Inside her is her first boy Slightly twisting the neck A sapphire-coloured sharp stone for marking the throat Slicing three mocking cuts of pain At first she thought they were adorable She kissed them back with passion and love But those are vile beasts that feast on beauties Far from being normal boys Violent sexual behaviour No pulling out before ejaculation No stopping after cumming Is she really thirteen? Surrounding her for sodomizing They piss into your v****a On her clit they will feed So delicious and sweet Lick and kiss your little arse Limestone caves darkened by the odour of filth and decay Sunk in the dank air Played with her underdeveloped breasts, Until they became tender and weak She must be thirteen Her teats now swollen and hurting What a whore she has been After a large amount of sucking Nipples carved out A vampirish pack of three Breastfeeding the hobbits with warm blood The unwashed hands grabbing her tight twat They prefer it rotten They did slit her throat A clean cut through Coughing on her own blood She will die so young Let her die a woman's death Wind-blasted rock formations with grey-brown walls Devoid of colour A brooding look and feel Trapped and scared Her bladder leaking and hurting The spawn of the damned A wind blew into the cold cave, chilling She is no longer warm and wet Long periods of starvation ahead They will wait until their mistress is dead She is depressed and dying Help her! Trapped and scared Indeed R**e is the cruellest death