Taking this year out with a bang, or more accurately a lot of screaming as blossom is brutally tortured in the dungeon, just like the bitch deserves.
As we bring this year to a close, we reflect on what it means to be a bitch in HELL!
Nah— we’re not gonna’ do that.
What we are going to do is present you with Blosson, tortured, beaten, whipped, bleeding, with a brutalized cunt on the rough shingles of the dog house, with weights chained to her ankles as she screams in agony.
How’s that? Better than reflecting?
Thought so.
Back to Blossom — you need to understand this is a worthless piece of meat, a pass-around bitch, a torture toy, an object that should spend every moment of its life either being hate-fucked, tortured, gangbanged, or suffering in a dark cramped cage until the next time she is hate-fucked, tortured, or gangbanged.
Her entire value is based on the level of entertainment (or at least amusement) her suffering provides to others.
Don’t believe us? Just ask the bitch. In fact, we make her say that every day.
This cunt is meat, and she is in HELL! for your viewing pleasure only.
Here is how she described it.
From my little black book…
“in this predicament, He began whipping me. All across my front, tits, stomach, hips, ribs, and arms. i was whipped without mercy until my welts oozed blood and my eyes were filled with tears….the feeling of the sharp steel impaling my breasts, pure ecstasy….i let it all go and suffered so well, the most exciting scenes of my life….He made me a martini in a dog dish complete with lemon peel…im so fucking happy”
So, as we wrap up 2022, we give you, Blossom, Makin’ A Bitch Bleed.
