Bernhardt's plaything

As the grip of Bernhardt's gnarled hands tightens around your shaft, you feel a wave of pain, trepidation, and absolute horror wash over you. Tears streaming from your eyes, you kick and struggle against him, but strapped down like you are its pointless.

Bernhardt, his features contorted with sadistic glee, stabs a syringe into your thigh... and **** you rendering you unable to even speak. You are now at his full mercy, your every attempt to break free futile.

Your world becomes a blur as the **** intensifies, stealing your senses and clouding your consciousness. The very air seems to become thick and oppressive, suffocating you. With each passing second, the anxiety grows, the reality of your situation seeping deeper into your psyche.

You're incapacitated now, at the mercy of the monster. The smell of his rotting breath fills your nostrils as he proceeds to castrate you, each snip of the blade resulting in a sharp, searing pain that courses through your body, settling in your chest. A sinking feeling of dread envelops you, the realization that you are no longer a man.

Your eyes roll back, your vision fading in and out as the **** take hold. You can feel every movement, every touch, every agonizing cut of the blade against your flesh. The pain is all-encompassing, a searing, burning sensation that seems to consume your every thought.

As Bernhardt snips away, you feel a warmth spreading across your thighs. The metallic scent of your blood fills your nostrils, mingling with the putrid odor of your own fear. Each cut sends a fresh wave of anguish coursing through your veins, and you wonder how much more you can endure before your mind finally shatters.

The final, fateful snip, and it's done. You're no longer whole, no longer complete. The manhood that once was is now just a memory, a cruel reminder of the monster that now possesses you. Once your manhood has been removed, the pain seems to subside for a moment, only for Bernhardt to violate you in the most unspeakable of ways. He forces himself into you, the pain felt deeper than ever before. You are not just physically violated but stripped of your very essence as a man.

And then, the ultimate violation begins. As Bernhardt ravages you, you feel something within you die. The life you knew, the man you were, is all but shattered. You exist in this state, half-awake, your body wracked with pain, and your spirit torn asunder. The pain, already all-consuming, intensifies as he forces himself into you. Each thrust is like a dagger to your soul, tearing away at the very fiber of your being. You feel yourself being ripped apart, your body and spirit torn asunder.

Through the haze of agony and terror, you catch glimpses of Bernhardt's face. The twisted, sadistic grin, the gleaming eyes filled with a perverse sense of satisfaction as he defiles you. And in that moment, you know that no one is coming to save you. This is your reality, your nightmare, and it shows no signs of ending.

As the **** continues, you feel something within you dying. A part of your soul, a piece of your humanity, is being ripped away, leaving behind a hollow shell of a man. You exist in a state of pure, unadulterated agony, your body and spirit ravaged by the sadistic whims of a monster who sees you as nothing more than a plaything.