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21. MDNI.

@depravedvictim on X [twitter].
February 26, 2025 at 1:20 PM
Necrophilia is heavy on the mind right now.
February 26, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Thinking about cutting the tongue from some pathetic bitch’s throat and wrapping it around my dick to get off with whilst their severed head watches from the corner of my room.
February 26, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Not sorry I’ve been inactive.
I don’t care about this app anymore.
But don’t fret, I still think of raping the tongues of every poor thing that innocently gazes upon me.
Stupid little cunts that think their eyes won’t meet my scalpel if I so had the time.
I’m never too far away.
February 26, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Splitting open the cranium of my deadly beloved just to rape their mind, as they infiltrated mine.
February 26, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Preserving my lovers tongue to glide along my tip each night.

Oh, darling…
We said “till death do us part”,
did we not?

You’re going to remain pleasuring me, whether you know it or not.
January 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Raping their slit-neck as their body convulses against my tip.

“That’s right, baby, take me in and out now. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

Whilst stretching out their inscrutable throat, soaking myself in their innards, rutting against the very end of their existence.
January 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
I crave blood.
I crave to see the involuntary flinching of legs as their body hangs from my ceiling.
I have an insatiable appetite to fuck their gaping abdomen as their cadaver convulses against my canines.
January 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Digging up your sweethearts bloated skull just to slip your cock past their submandibular fossa, one last time before their body inevitably advances into the withered skeleton that burns your tip just from stroking the maxilla above.
January 28, 2025 at 2:32 PM
I want to kick someone’s teeth into the very backs of their skull.
January 28, 2025 at 2:32 PM
New-Found-Toy.
Their precious blood regurgitating upon the shiny black of my boots,
forcing the ends down their throat until their natural acid stains around.
Bile coated, such a polishing.
Cracking each rib that their body so aversely owns.
Every marrow crested to fit me.
January 28, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Something about a pretty whore that just makes me want to cave their fucking cranium.
January 28, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Received a wonderful blood-written letter from Vulnus.
January 28, 2025 at 2:31 PM
I need somebody so utterly infatuated with me that they’d leave me their hanging corpse in hopes that I’d give them the slightest hint of attention, even if it means being unable to witness it themselves.
January 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
All of yours flesh is so wasted without my name scarred into it.
January 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
My sweet, precious thing…
How ever do you expect someone like me to even remotely desire you if you won’t even sacrifice your innards for me?
Stupid, naive, selfish.
That is all you are.
That is all you will ever be.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
You belong to me.
January 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
Don’t tell me you want me if you won’t slit your wrists on a video call for me to get off to.
January 5, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I want a personal link to your overdosing.
January 5, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Stop being worthless and carve my fucking name into your flesh.
January 5, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I am not interested in your pathetic scratches that you call “self harm”.
I want to see blood.
I want to see your insides.
I want you to prove that you’re worthy of my fucking attention.
January 5, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Skin yourself for me.
Embed my initials into your veins.
You’re worthless to me if you don’t.
January 5, 2025 at 8:17 PM
I want your therapists skin to crawl at the mere mention of my very name.
I want you to vomit at the very thought of me.
I want to be the reason you relapse and overdose, while sending me picture-proof of it all.
Prove to me that I am the very reason you can no longer live.
January 5, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Keeping a useless puppet between my boot and floor,
rubbing its cheek against my leather, curving its tongue against the ridged edges before cradling its own head amongst my boot;
You’re mine, pretty thing.
All mine.
I will end your pathetic life before I greet you mercy.
January 5, 2025 at 8:17 PM
It’s been far too long since I’ve carved someone else open and nourished from their wound.
January 5, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Straightedge dad who wakes up disoriented and dripping throughout the night x addict son who plants substances in his sire’s food to molest him readily.
December 1, 2024 at 12:41 AM