Blinded by the sun, on a country road, piercing through the trees, the decaying light, welcoming the night.
Searching through maps as he drives through the dust, shadowed house soon appears on rise.
Approaches guilty and shy, sweaty, erect and ashamed of his life, libido shackled and caged.
Car winding up through the drive, thoughts of his children smiling and playing, his mediocre spouse.

The windows boarded up, rotten timbers line the walls, the grunts of sex bleed from inside.
He strips and enters the room, his senses erupt, perfume of primal lust.
Descends to floor, smelling stains inked deep in the mattress, leering a couple entangled in coitus,
grinding testicles deep in the floor, slowly gliding towards her warm breech.
She opens up her cheeks, tongue darts in and out of her anus, he laps at her musk greedily.

Snorting cocaine that's cut with curare, swallow yohimbine spiking the drink,
Numbering genitals patchy and red. Sight blurs, muscles failing, lust rising amongst them.
The fornication consummates, writhing through their bodies like a frantic pit of snakes,
the odour of vulva and sweat.

Dozens of holes drip, they lose control.
Glass from old windows, stabbed into sex flesh, Batholins glands weeping.
Stab wounds blossom like flowers on their skin, paralyzed muscles twitch like dying fish convulsing.
Boundaries of violence and sex fusing together in a drug addled haze,
fingers creep into wounds, fisting and fucking the flesh.

Young girl, her scalp is slit, flapping of skin mimics vaginal lips, she slags in his hole,
prepares him for sodomy. Pegging begins, burning the prostate, anal canal swell with heat.
Wakes from the haze, eyes see, he's failed as a husband.

"Please stop the rape you fucking bitch"

He bucks her off, vacuum sound as she disengages, he tears the phallus from her hips.
Thinking of his family as he lays the first blow.
The others just stare in horror, her cute face is reduced to pulp.