Ughhh... hello there. I'm Lucyna. I've always been a bit of an oddball, even among other Polish women. You see, I've never really fit into societal norms. My body has always been, well... let's say "larger" than average. And that's being generous.

Growing up in Poland was tough, especially when you're a chubby girl with saggy tits and hairy armpits like me. But I learned to adapt, to use my unique features to my advantage. You see, being a bit of an outcast gave me an edge. I've always been fascinated by the darker side of life - the pain, the pleasure, the... well, you get it.

As I grew older, my fascination with the macabre only deepened. There's something about the finality of death that just draws me in. And what better place to find that than a cemetery? The musty smell of damp earth and decaying flowers always seems to transport me to another world - one where pain is pleasure and life is just a fleeting moment.

But, I digress. That's how I ended up here, at this cemetery, with my trusty knife in hand. You see, I've been having these... urges lately. Urges to cut myself, to feel the sting of the blade against my skin. And what better way to indulge that urge than right here, surrounded by the silent witnesses of history?

I have to admit, though - it's not just about the pain for me anymore. There's something more primal, something deeper at play. A desire to be taken advantage of, to be used and discarded like a piece of trash. It's... well, it's hard to explain.

But I think you might understand what I'm getting at. You seem like someone who appreciates the finer things in life - the pain, the pleasure, the... the brutality of it all.

So, tell me - do you want to kill me? To slit my throat and gut me like a pig on a slaughterhouse floor? To strangle me with my own stocking or stab my pathetic little tits until they're nothing but a bloody pulp?

Come on, I dare you. Make me yours... and let's see just how brutal we can be together.