he laughs and looks as the torture begins
the crying innocent gagged and bound
the camera rolls as the lights are dimmed
he grabs and throws me to the ground
I'm lead by a strong masked man in pitch black
to an instrument of torture: sm rack
where this cruel man places me with evil intent
and stretches me slowly
I feel pain so intense
he wants women, torture and snuff
until I cry out hold enough
I'm lead by a strong masked man in pitch black
to an instrument of torture: sm rack
the slithering chains perch against my skin
the roughness brings crimson drops
leaking down from the coarse exterior
dislocating my right elbow
in wrath scarring me with a vicious butcher's knife
making me retch, splutter and cough
but please don't take my life
gutted like a pig, hung up by my neck
watches as my insides are ripped out of my chest
strapped to the rack with ropes and chains
my eyes pop out as he feasts on my brain
he takes tiny silver hooks, place them on my skin
rip them out and do it all over agaiin
spills and splatters of the forced crimson ladders
I yearn for help but the sinister force stole my voice
throughout the procedure he longed for affection
the time has come for his erection!
he then disappears and to your fucking dismay the masked man returns
he's come back you way and sadistically places you back on the rack
turning it ever so gently until your back gives a crack

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