Torn from the Womb

Drag the nuns from their rooms

It's finally time to extract the bastards from their wombs

Their hands are bound and then they're gagged for surgery

Punctured with a rusted blade

Then I force my fingers in the wound

I stretch it till the flesh has torn

With my filthy hands I rip it more

The mother's screams are muffled by the gag shoved down her throat

The tension builds as I unveil her uterus

Her anesthesia is my c**k

Convulsions overwhelm my patience

If these persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives birth

What a ******* shame!

Death brings me joy

But I would rather see her suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb

I press the blade to her throat

I press the blade to her throat

Dull and with crooked teeth

I begin to saw through her neck until I reach her spine

Now that she is dead her body lays still

Now her unborn child is ready for extraction

I slice open the uterus and the placenta rushes out

Mixed with blood it pools in her gaping wound

This carcass c**ktail of placenta and blood is shared among assistants helping me birth the child

Once it's gone the severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins

I grab the child by his leg and rip him from the womb

His mother's entrails pull out and spread upon the bed

I rape her body till she turns into a putrid heap

Then I remove the umbilical cord

I cart the child down the hall to be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape