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Awaken from the chloroform, dazed and confused.
As usual tears are shed, when you realise you can - no longer move.
Tied down to a chair, face all cut and mangled.
Left gasping for air, after being half - strangled to death.

Screams echo amongst the trees, I like to be discreet.
Ignoring all the innocent pleas, I feed on fear.
Taunt my victims with their freedom, crawling from my wrath.
Now my favourite tool of torture, hungers in my grasp.

I start the motor.
They pick up speed.
As I draw closer.
For the 3rd degree.

Chainsaw hack to the back
Severing spinal chord
Flesh bonds to the chain
Victim is slain

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