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Worms in your throat.
Kicking, thrashing, choking.
Muffled voices laughing, joking.
Your legs bound, your hands in ties.
And gravel shovelled into your eyes.
Pressure building, ribs breaking.
Vermin defiling, soil piling.
Buried, dug up, gasping for breath.
Your eyes searching frantically.
But all they see is enclosing death.

Locked away.
Tortured and maimed.
Trapped alive.
Waiting to die.
Eating your shit.
Every last bit.
Naked.
Bleeding.
Tired.
Freezing.

Locked away, tortured and maimed.
Piss splashed in your face.
Trapped alive, waiting to die.
Pointlessly wondering why.
Eating your shit. Every last bit.
Better than nothing at all.
Naked., bleeding, tired, freezing.
Covered in piss-soaked soil.
Worms burrow, leeches suck.
Spiders crawl in your ears.
Cut up, strung out, castrated, beaten.
Made to watch as your pets are eaten.
Eaten.

Torn into pieces, then sown back together.
These methods of abuse keep getting better and better.
Worms in your throat.
Choke, release, choke, release, kept just barely alive.
Visions of dirt blur and fade into blackness.
Feeling like you won't survive.
Worms in your throat.

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