You reach down. You can't resist the desire. You were never into this weird stuff before, but it seems your psychology changed with the world you live in.
You look at an image of a boy cutting himself. There's something so hot about the blood exiting his veins. He doesn't even have a dick anymore, it looks like he cut it off at some point.
You start poking at the painful mess where your vagina used to be. Scratching it and reopening wounds. It feels like pain but you like it, the feeling of pain is somehow amazing to you. You enjoy every second of agony coming from between your legs. You push deeper on your wounds, you start bleeding, but you love the sight of your own blood. The sight of blood now causes no fear at all, only great pleasure and arousal.