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[Jorge]

Sylvester Stallone's biceps bulged with the exertion of his grisly task, as he tore through Judge Reinhold's abdomen with an animalistic ferocity, his fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh. The squelch of ruptured organs and the snap of bone sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers, who could only watch in muted revulsion as the star of their childhood nightmares transformed before them. The intestines unraveled like a crimson river, coating Stallone's hands and forearms in a thick, viscous sheen of blood and viscera. With a snarl, he yanked the steaming coils free from their fleshy prison, the glistening strands of intestine stretching and breaking with a series of wet pops. His eyes never leaving the lifeless face of his former colleague, Stallone took a moment to revel in the power he wielded, the absolute control he had over life and death in this twisted arena. Then, with a heave that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he raised the tangled mass of guts and entrails high above his head, a gruesome totem of his triumph. The crowd recoiled in horror as he lowered them to his own anus, the bloody tendrils parting the folds of his skin, disappearing into the depths of his own flesh as he impaled himself on the grisly weapon. His face contorted in a paroxysm of pain and ecstasy, he began to piston his hips, the entrails slithering in and out of his body with a rhythm that grew more frenzied by the second. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of his depravity, the slap of wet flesh against flesh, the gurgle of trapped air escaping from Reinhold's ravaged form, and Stallone's own bestial growls of pleasure. It was a scene from the very bowels of hell, played out in a dingy underground lair, and not a single soul present would ever be the same again.

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