I stood alongside my accomplice, both of us donning tuxedos, as we entered the opulent mansion where we worked for the infamous effrey Epstein. Our mission was to recruit a young girl for his twisted pleasures, and we had just secured our prize.
The small, trembling child, no more than ten years old, was led into the lavish bathroom. effrey Epstein himself stood behind her, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He positioned the girl on a metallic toilet, the cold surface against her innocent skin. With a click, two pieces of steel were revealed, pointing menacingly upwards in the center of the porcelain.
The room fell silent as Epstein pressed the flush button. A horrific sound echoed through the bathroom as the toilet’s mechanism sprang into action. The metal probes pierced through the child’s delicate anus, wrenching it open to an impossible diameter, roughly matching the toilet’s surface. The girl let out a bloodcurdling scream, her tiny body convulsing in agony.
Around us, a group of men in tuxedos stood motionless, their hands grasping their erections. Elegant women, clad in lace face masks, watched the scene with a mixture of arousal and sadism etched on their features.
As the girl’s life force drained away, Epstein and the women approached her mutilated corpse. They smeared her blood across their faces, savoring the metallic taste on their tongues. Some even lapped it up, drinking in the child’s death essence like a perverse sacrament.
“Well, what’s left of this little cunt?” Epstein chuckled, his eyes gleaming with depravity. “Let’s fuck what’s left.”