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/the_Depths

by Rotted Through

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What Does / B / Keep in the Freezer? I find myself allured by Mother Death and all her wiles. Alone I’ve fevered this. Are there none like me who lurk about at dusk? Though through the spiders web I’ve found some kindred blasphemous. In shade of dim moonlight I further my studies of the abyss. Blessed be, that fateful night, I struck coal. A gaping hole of hell ensnared me, I’d fallen through. What does /b/ keep in the freezer? Guess what’s in mine. They spat upon the beast; dumb dickheads in disbelief. Oh, this motherfucker did not jest. The gall the brute hath shown: capture, send, upload. To some a nightmare; to me this is bliss. The wretches of this obscure room, frozen, utterly paralyzed. Time stamped. So no bullshit. An arm, a leg, is that a fuckin’ foot? What does /b/ keep in the freezer? Guess what’s in mine. What does /b/ keep in the freezer? Guess what’s in mine. One by one upon the screen the evidence as clear as glass. In the chest laid several severed limbs. This shit is for real. You my new my unholy mentor I praise you for your style. How twisted one could dream to be. Enjoy your spoils you ghastly thing; undoubtedly he butchered himself a bitch. Blessed be, that fateful night, I struck coal. A gaping hole of hell ensnared me, I’d fallen through. What does /b/ keep in the freezer? Guess what’s in mine. What does /b/ keep in the freezer? Guess what’s in mine.
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Tor.ist 04:26
Tor.ist I have finally found it; buried deep, as though entombed. Who knew circuits paid the ferryman for a ride down, where the devils roam. A gruesome labyrinth without a map. Fucked. No compass, light, or rope. Just the writhing skin, for now, still on your back while stalked by fiends and cutthroats. You live above. I thrive down below. Once entrance is gained the fucking exit goes. Doorways to nothing. Innumerable pointless code. Although I have a guide down here, where I’m led, how the fuck should I know. Portals and gateways. Traps are set. Bottom feeders prowling. I feel alive again. Pitfall here. Snakes coiled to strike; but tons of shit to get my dick hard. I find it work the risk, even under a knife. Such a succulent selection of horrors. Boundless fetishes as sinners collect. Bursting at the seams so much to relish in, I swear I won’t come back up. I have finally found it. Buried deep, as though entombed. Who knew circuits paid the ferryman for a ride down, where the devils roam. Doorways to nothing. Innumerable pointless code. Although I have a guide down here, where I’m led, how the fuck should I know. Portals and gateways. Traps are set. Bottom feeders prowling. I feel alive again. Pitfall here. Snakes coiled to strike; but tons of shit to get my dick hard. I find it work the risk, even under a knife. You live above. I thrive down below. Once entrance is gained the fucking exit goes. You live above. I thrive down below. Once entrance is gained the fucking exit goes.
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The Silk_en Road Encryption secures these pills I adore, though slight of chance still I have scored. Sneaky, I’ve swindled some cash through idiots who’d give the shirts off their backs. A risk I admit, brown box holds my gift, now i’ll get high in my horde. For when I run out, the web has no drought as long as my pockets still pour. Pick your venom twit. Like energized, mind racing, facing no death? Or relaxed a bit; so cold, frozen, nodding, bobbing your fucking head again? What a show? Take this tab dumb bitch, watch the world burn as your melting. Or obscene? You’ll puke chucks of flesh bitten from a strangers neck. Encryption secures these pills I adore, though slight of chance still I have scored. Sneaky, I’ve swindled some cash through idiots who’d give the shirts off their backs. A risk I admit, brown box holds my gift, now i’ll get high in my horde. For when I run out, the web has no drought as long as my pockets still pour. It’s noxious; inhaling all the fumes; pulse spiking. It’s toxic; shooting up this course; convulsing. It’s lethal; pop another pill; mouth foaming. Death dealing; laid upon the floor; dying, fuck I’m dying. Pick your venom twit. Like energized, mind racing, facing no death? Or relaxed a bit; so cold, frozen, nodding, bobbing your fucking head again? It’s noxious, inhaling all the fumes; pulse spiking. It’s toxic, shooting up this course; convulsing. It’s lethal, pop another pill; mouth foaming. Death dealing, laid upon the floor; dying, fuck I’m dying.
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.human Experiments Im obsessed; my mistress, gore and carnage. I watch myself fall deeper into horrid pits. An appetite such as this must be quenched (quelled). I comb through files. Which will make me feel again? Eureka; now this is truly fucked. My pulse restored once again. I thought I’d left no stone unturned but, son of a bitch, do these depths have no end? Though skillful and surgically trained clearly, their Hippocratic Oaths’ been torn to shreds. Healer turned demon or demon disguised. Either way, these sick fucks are my kind of guys. What an imagination; who sews mans’ head to dog. Do they think they’re playing deities? Or maybe just having some fun. Can such sutures truly hold? Scientific abomination. Transfusions beyond grotesque. Thank you Doc, I’m hard again. Warped and soulless faces, absent stares as innards combine. Who knew these curative instruments, In such a putrid way be utilized. Like freshly gutted pigs, these vermin cling to their lives. These ones, with melted faces; penetrated by endless wires. Convenience sake; limbs removed, but who needs hands when your fed through a tube Organs swapped, no big deal… but holy shit, this one… this one might survive. His kin have all, but fallen. Now worthless meat off to the pyre. Now worthless meat off to the pyre. Now worthless meat off to the pyre. Now worthless meat off to the pyre. White coats, surround their specimen. Congratulations; champagne poured. Shikome’s path; the wheezing deformed Painting: your blood; the wheezing deformed. Warped and soulless faces, absent stares as innards combine. Who knew these curative instruments, in such a putrid way be utilized. These ones, with melted faces; penetrated by endless wires. Convenience sake; limbs removed, but who needs hands when fed through a tube What an imagination. Do they think they’re playing deities? What an imagination. Do they think they’re playing deities? What an imagination.
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Vile_encryption So sick of our breadwinner. So sick of drunken blows. So sick of being weak, cowardly, superimposed. Technologic witchcraft; evoke, then reap what’s sewn. “Tread lightly desperate one, hells creatures can… be called upon.” I forsake every caution. I’ve been down here, I’m bold. My fingers tightly grasping, that fuckers vile death note. Moans above; headboard banging, I crawl below. She’ll be mine, once again, once you’re gone. I’ve no remorse, and of course I’ll pay up front. Must stay this course; shaking knees ignored. Mother dear, you’ll be free; i’ll erase that cunt. Fantasies of sweet revenge. Imagine his casket his cold hand. Summoning courage from hatred. Oh just to be us two once again. “I’ll slit a throat; small tariff involved. Sadism is what I’m known for. Rape postpartum; my calling card. More wicked than your tormentor. My crimes, perfect; all cases unsolved. Reliably vile, but techniques evolve. Body disposed, no trace will be found. Discounts, should you ever come back around.” The deal is done, my darkness has won. The plague upon this house is gone. As requested, so received. I’ve shipped bits of you for me to keep. I’ve no remorse. I’ve no remorse. I stayed this course. Mother dear, you’re free. Fantasies of sweet revenge. Imagine his casket his cold hand. Summoning courage from hatred. Oh just to be us two once again. “I’ll slit a throat; small tariff involved. Sadism is what I’m known for. Rape postpartum; my calling card. More wicked than your tormentor. My crimes, perfect; all cases unsolved. Reliably vile, but techniques evolve. Body disposed, no trace will be found. Discounts, should you ever come back around.” Technologic witchcraft; evoke, then reap what’s sewn. Tread lightly desperate one, hells creatures can be called upon. I forsake every caution. I’ve been down here, I’m bold. My fingers tightly grasping, that fuckers vile death note. Moans above; headboard banging, I crawl below. She’ll be mine, once again, once you’re gone.
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"Foul Enough to Eat" Foul enough to eat. Fucking foul enough to eat. Devouring meat, through mincing teeth. Stripping bones clean. Cooked supplely. Foul enough to eat. Fucking foul enough to eat. Lightly salted; over seasoning can spoil, subtle textures and tastes, gracefully abnormal. Bought and sold online, should you have the coin. Flesh of all types, organs, whatcha got in mind? Like ‘em black, white, or of asian decent? Conscience descends to the depths once again. I’ll take a pound of loin, preferably brunette. Gums watering, a brine I must begin. Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning. Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming. Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction. Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning. Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming. Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction. Here it be, the epicenter of bodily blasphemy. Who the fuck is so desperate to sell me their only fuckin’ spleen. Whatever. Take some gold and send the meat. This unequivocally is foul enough to eat. Only in the depths you can find a place where like a deli you can buy packaged gourmet cuts of human meat. Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning. Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming. Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction. Devouring meat, through mincing teeth. Stripping bones clean. Cooked supplely. Foul enough to eat. Foul enough to eat. Foul enough to eat. Lightly salted; over seasoning can spoil, subtle textures and tastes, gracefully abnormal. Bought and sold online, should you have the coin. Flesh of all types, organs, whatcha got in mind? Like ‘em black, white, or of asian decent? Conscience descends to the depths once again.
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To Stretch... to Tear... I’ve become a sick fuck, who enjoys sick fucks. Descending to the ever-deep, less and less I can feel. Forthwith I make anchor here, flaccid now but it’ll fill. The obscener it seems, the more semen you’ll see. Organism looming near, seeing pain this severe. Gripping my member as tight as the rope ‘round her throat. Ravishing green eyed lamb, supple flesh, lightly freckled skin. Graceful, though, hogtied and pinned. Sensual, let’s remove some skin. Edgy with need. Lamb bleed for me. Appalling scene. Eyes glued to the screen. More deviants enter the film. Drooling out her leather mouth mask. Tears pool, turns are taken. Flogged with vicious vigor. Shackles torque, between bedsores. In ever orifice, something forced. One hand on mouse, one on cock. Drooling, stupid, running amuck. For now this can still satisfy me. Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete. Deplorable. I know, doing my best, keeping down my growing urge to molest. To stretch all her holes gaping wide. To tear her tasty innards out. To stretch all her holes gaping wide. To tear her tasty innards out. One hand on mouse, one on cock. Drooling, stupid, running amuck. For now this can still satisfy me. Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete. Deplorable. I know, doing my best, keeping down my growing urge to molest. For now this can still satisfy me. Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete.
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/red/room 05:42
/red/room Here we gather, the hideous and vile. Bound by our heinous love, of all things foul. Devoid of grace salivating at our screens. Anonymity completes our transformation into abhorrent fucking freaks. Erect and eager; We submit our sick desire. This is a business though, these delights have a price. Encrypted currency, fucks sake I’d sell my soul. If I had the balls, I’d myself drag the blade across her throat. Here we gather, the hideous and vile. Bound by our heinous love, of all things foul. Devoid of grace salivating at our screens. Anonymity completes our transformation into abhorrent fucking freaks. Flood; the drains are clogged with skin and blood. Hell; her suffering cannot be quelled. Wails; nape hair stands from muffled squeals. Death; so sweet a climax shouldn’t end. Twisting, scarcely life or fight remains. Instruments of torture, lay strewn about this god forsaken place. The room is painted red with chucks of bloody meat. How on earth did I become so god damned gore obsessed? Our host, our butcher makes his final call. My heart is racing as I key my last request. We are all but begging for our abuse to be select. Hurry now ‘cause this bitch is only hanging on barely by a thread. I puke upon my lap, face stricken with glee. My plea has been elected; rusty saw… 480p. Here we gather, the hideous and vile. Bound by our heinous love, of all things foul. Her feet begin to shake. Convulsions of the spine. Vicariously I watch on. Blood an excrement, rain down from the carcass. As the head is held up, like a prize.
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That Which Is Abysmal That which is abysmal. Soul now dark dismal. Little bodies torn. It should make a stomach turn. Although to me, it’s the best type of porn. Virginity to take. I know my soul will burn. Birthed to be a slave. In the meantime I guess I’ll get off. Pleasure from their pain. While I watch how much they can take. I know, I’m a sick twisted fuck. I know, I’ll rot in jail alone. I know, I’ll be cast straight to hell, but this perversion always prevails. Their tiny tears make me stiff. I don’t mean my body, I mean my dick. Admiring such sweet innocent flesh. Oh, how I nut atop their heads. Birthed only for rape. For them I do not morn. Virginity to take. I know my soul will burn. Birthed to be a slave. In the meantime I guess I’ll get off. Pleasure from their pain. While I watch how much they can take. That which is abysmal. Soul now dark dismal. Little bodies torn. It should make a stomach turn. Although to me, it’s the best type of porn. That which is abysmal. That which is abysmal. That which is abysmal. Their tiny tears make me stiff. I don’t mean my body, I mean my dick. Admiring such sweet innocent flesh. Oh, how I nut atop their heads. That which is abysmal. That which is abysmal. That which is abysmal. Birthed only for rape. For them I do not morn. Virginity to take. I know my soul will burn. Birthed to be a slave. In the meantime I guess I’ll get off. Pleasure from their pain. While I watch how much they can take.

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A Dark Net inspired horror show that gets deliberately heavier the deeper you descend.

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released September 10, 2021

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Rotted Through Oxford, Connecticut

Only the New England woods, damned for its witch trials, could produce horror infused death metal such as this. Macabre. Arousing. Vicious. The three piece group crafts a labyrinth of sound and you’ve no compass, light, or rope. The group focuses on crafting cohesive, themed, records developing the horror story they aim to tell. Everything is deliberate. ... more

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