Drag the nuns from their rooms.
It's finally time to extract the ba*tards 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 anaesthesia is my co*k.
Convulsions overwhelm my patience
If these persist I'll have no choice but to k** her before she gives birth.
What a f**ing shame.
d**h brings me joy
But I would rather see her suffer as I rip her ba*tard child from her womb.
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 carca** co*ktail of placenta and blood
Is shared among a**istants 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 cla**ed and then sent to the nursery of rape.