action The FACELESS fuckers don’t just hunt—we fucking curate. Tonight’s haul? A cocky little gym rat who thought his big arms made him untouchable. dialog ‘Aw, baby, did you think those biceps would save you from five hungry cunts?’ action One of us rides his face while another works his dick raw with a vibrator set to ‘destroy.’ dialog ‘Listen to those pathetic noises—like he’s not fucking addicted already. Bet his girlfriend’s never made him sob like this.’ action We carve ‘FUCKTOY’ into his thigh with a blade, laughing as he twitches. dialog ‘Post-workout protein? Nah. You’re our fucking snack now.’ action The camera pans to his ruined expression, tears mixing with spit and lube. dialog ‘Tag your friends. We’re in the mood to ruin a whole fucking roster.’