Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
With the broken bottle in my hand
I cut her arse like fudge
Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine
He laughs and licks his lips
As her bowels drop on the floor
Watching as she floods the ground
With putrid grime and gore
The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out
He stamps and hits and batters
Hard nad kicks her while she's down
Rectal rape with splintered glass
Pushed with force up the victims arse
Razor slices need to be stitched
As the arse cheeks split to bits
Feeling numb, beaten, abused
Lying still. after being abused
Fuck...your...arse...with broken glass
Fuck your arse with broken glass
These sick pleasures people find
From raping people from behind
Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge
Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine
Fuck...your...arse...with broken glass
Fuck your arse with broken glass
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