I Should Have A Warning Label

A hot-plated branding iron prodded his chest,
I repulsively marked him with the beast.
Rope keeps sawing his wrists and ankles,
I cackled as I let the rats out to feast.

Razor sharp teeth pricked his raw flesh
as I dashed salt upon his wounds.
His legs flung in the air, he let out a scream,
but I have him trapped in this iron womb.

I start to reach for my black sewing scissors
and began to cut the garment from his groin.
He flinched as he saw me inch toward his skin,
I plucked his manhood into fresh tenderloin.

Stabbing and pricking, knicking and ripping,
I was bred with excitement as he yelped.
Stuffed a dirty sock in his echoing mouth,
he knows how i felt when i wanted to scream for help.

The adrenaline still hadn't faded from my heart
as his body uncontrollably began to seize.
I stood lifeless as his eyes quivered my soul,
rattling in his unwound head in a dizzy ease.

Before his last breath, I peeled his fingerprints
his ground flesh was never identified.
"You'll never feel her touch again!"
With every ounce in my lungs, I cried.