The ritual has been concluded.
The virgin is no longer needed.
She has served me well.
Her only purpose was to serve.

Her only purpose was to serve.
She deserves no (sexual) pleasure.
With tools in hand,
I create my own second rite.

The gag in her mouth surely will make her screams silent.
Her vulva is now, once again, exposed to me.
This time for another purpose.
She deserves no (sexual) pleasure.

Upon closer inspection I can see that her vagina is still moist.
Moist from the ritual that has just been concluded.
I can and will not agree to this.
The only fluid she needs is blood.

With tools in hand I enter.
As my knife enters her flesh I notice a single tear slowly moving across her face.
Her silent murmers are satisfactory.
She deserves no (sexual) pleasure.

I exit and enter again and again.
A thrusting movement, yet without pleasure.
This is the only penetration she deserves.
The only fluid she needs is blood.

Her orifice has been hollowed out.
A necessary mutilation.
completed by cauterization.
She deserves no (sexual) pleasure.

From the tools at hand I pick a single thin needle.
Attached; a small length of suture.
Her "lips" are sewn together.
Let me do the talking.

She is silent.
She knows her fate.
She once was a virgin.
She served to the best of her abilities.

The rite is now at an end.
The virgin is no longer needed.
She is taken away.
Her only purpose was to serve.

The virgin is no longer needed.
Her only purpose was to serve.
She has served me well.

Onkunde