Sick Butcher’s twisted desire
Freezing silence, chunks of meat hanging from the ceiling on hooks. Temperature so low it will get into your bones. That’s what turns me on. That and my little victims. Beauty preserved for eternity. Do you even realize how exciting is cold female body? The cold runs through your veins, mixed with the burning desire. I am the butcher! I am the lord of the cold, the taker of heat, the master of my girls. Who will be the next?