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trapped

a nail through both hands,

his blood on the sands,

tears pour down his face,

the guy is a fucking disgrace,

lean in and whisper it has just begun,

dear boy your deaths song has been sung,

he notices a bit electric sign just says 4,

wondering what it was he cries once more,

water runs down the walls,

over his shoulder the cockroach crawls,

lifting a needle and some thread,

i do what i can to stop him screaming,

stitching both lips closed i do what he dreads,

mouth stitched closed and the screaming lost meaning,

screams turn to muffles and my head gets peace,

i laugh and whisper im going to get to know you piece by piece,

i flick off a cockroach and put my hand on his shoulder,

as soon as i do that the guy feels colder,

i bring a knife up past his face more muffles and shouts,

as i dig the knife in and cut his eyes out,

his senses so blind to see whats coming,

i enjoy this so much he hears my humming,

he hears me walking away and picking something up,

hears the drill start and die and start again,

i dig it into his legs several times,

i laugh out loud and shout out loud that yes im going insane,

go over to the table and lift up the eyeballs,

i place one in my mouth and one just falls,

biting down and the fluid bursts in my mouth,

i spit it out over his face and more muffled shouts,

the ticking of the water soaked clock starts to die down,

you hear that cunt? your times almost up,

i pull down on the nail that holds his hands in place,

and push it into the blind cunts face,

i lean in and bite his cheek clean i get a right mouth full,

then spit into the eye socket to the back of his skull,

i tell him im bored and i i pick up a blow torch,

as i put it to his face as his screams so hard stitches break,

im not burning you i call it a scorch,

he dies from the pain and the brain cooked at last hes dead for fucks sake,

the once number 4 goes away 2 guys come in and anewguy brought in alive,

more screams and tears i make sure he sees it change to 5..........
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