ULTIMATE FUCKRAGE: METAL FUCKING BABY ON A PIKE WHILE THE POPE MASTURBATES TO SATAN
Darkness overtook Jaune's vision. For an indeterminate amount of time, he only saw eigengrau.
Then, he finally managed to open his eyelids through force. He saw that he was laid down on a table, naked for all of mankind to see. There were nails driven through his wrists and heels, pinning him and rendering him unable to make any effective movements. Only now did he realize that he was actually upright relative to the ground and nailed to the cross. No one knew what he saw beyond the wooden beams. Many sobbing peasants toiled underneath, begging him to release them of their suffering. Further beyond, a blood orgy was taking place. Many humanoid creatures mauled eachother with their blades forged from bone and meat and also engaged in grotesque intercourse. Jaune scoffed at this amateur act.
The rain of blood continued. Red streams flowed from his mussed hair and down to his penis. Only now did Jaune realize that a certain somebody was fondling his penis. This somebody would be Vladimir Putin. For hours or maybe even days, the Arc could only look on in disgust as the leader of the Russian Federation performed a cock inspection.
Finally, he stopped. "Nice Cock, Bro," Putin complimented. "A little on the large side, but yours has the perfect curve, with good color proportion and just the right amount of hair on your balls. The axe blades ruin the immersion, though. A six out of ten, I dare say."
"That's nice and all," Jaune said, "but I've gotta go. You fine with that?"
Putin cackled maniacally. "Ah, but your cock inspection isn't over just yet!" He readied his chainsaw, revving it up. "Time for the durability test."
Jaune winced from the pain.