Here’s what it wrote:
Once upon a time, there was a person whose name was John. John was a peculiar person, to say the least. He had a twisted sense of humor and enjoyed the suffering of others. One of his favorite pastimes was catching lizards and biting their heads off. He would then watch as the body of the lizard squirmed and bled out in a puddle of spit, all in the name of fun.
John’s actions were noticed by his family and friends, who were disturbed by his behavior. They tried to get him help, but John refused to acknowledge that his actions were wrong. Instead, he continued to catch lizards and indulge in his sickening hobby.
One day, John caught a particularly large lizard. He bit off its head and watched as the body squirmed and bled out, but something was different this time. The lizard’s blood spurted out and landed on John’s mouth. He licked it off and felt a strange sensation.
From that moment on, John became obsessed with the taste of lizard blood. He would catch lizards not only to watch them suffer but also to drink their blood. His family and friends were horrified by his new obsession, and they knew they had to intervene.
They contacted a therapist who specialized in treating individuals with similar disturbing behaviors. John was forced to attend therapy, and over time, he learned to control his urges but he never fully recovered from his twisted ways.
As John was savoring the latest bits of his lizard snack, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just indigestion, but the pain only intensified. He clutched his stomach and writhed in agony as his insides began to twist and turn.
Suddenly, his body convulsed, and he felt something slithering up his throat. He gagged and coughed, feeling like he was choking. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that one of the lizards he had eaten was still alive and was fighting to escape his body.
With a sickening squelch, the lizard burst out of John’s mouth, its wriggling body covered in blood and stomach acid. John screamed in terror as the lizard continued to crawl up his face, leaving a trail of slime and blood in its wake.
He tried to fight it off, but it was too late. The lizard sank its sharp teeth into his eye, gouging it out with a sickening crunch. John howled in agony as the lizard continued to feast on his face, tearing off chunks of flesh and leaving a bloody mess in its wake.
In the end, John was left lying in a pool of his own blood and entrails, his body torn apart by the very creatures he loved to torture. As his lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, the lizards continued to feast on his remains, their hunger finally sated.