Atempt and Rewrite

The boy that grew seaside

The sun set across the long stretched out horizon and empty ocean. Behind him he heard the ever so familiar footsteps. "Say what if we just threw ourselves off?" A girls voice sounded as she leaned against the boys back. Behind them the wind blew westwards, pushing them slowly ever so closer to the edge.

The warms and delicious smell of a home coocked meal they had long forgotten and their noses had been rotten by the ethernal smell of rats and cigarettes. Once more upon the time when darkness ruled the land the boy went off and gathered his share of the money that had been gifted to their house. Eventhough leaving his sister behind in the place where they could stay safest was a foolish move.

Once the boy arrived back to his sister he found her in a deprived state. Her hair laid clotted and filled with substanances unimaginable, her clothes where ripped if not completely reduced to a scrap of cloth. Her face was as if glued to the ground: unmoving and expressionless. Her ass stuck up high in the air With cum dripping out from both her vagina and ass. Her body was stained in cuts and red lines from a whip. In her left ass cheek was perhaps the worst of this all, they had taken her stuffed doll and smashed it to her cheek with nails the size of a cigar. It had a note on it though the boy couldn't read what it said before his head got smashed by a bat.

Having done theri deed the men went home, and this time they could feel proud as their money was easy to earn for once.