You Don't Know This Man

I don't know this man. He's in me and he's hurting me. I don't know whether it's cock or knife. No it's knife, who am i kidding. my stomach's not there. my stomach is the palm. the wall is the fingers and he's knocking them. I'll get a baby from all of this. I'll have a baby? No pleasure all pain?
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we've lost scope of the real world. and it's entirely our audience's fault. Shame on you, shame on you! i can feel a heart beat or is it the knife. knife pounding. pounding me. am i being milked here? is this udderly wrong?