| Strapped to the chopping block, my victims gains consciousness
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| She screams in terror as the pendulum swings above her
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| Five feet across and fifteen feet high, a contraption forged with meticulous
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| perfection
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| Swaying back and forth in metronomic momentum
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| Taunting the victim, steel shimmers under halogen lighting
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| Hypnotized by the blade in motion, I commence the torture
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| Convulsing rapidly, she struggles to escape her shackles to no prevail
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| Tears stream from the ducts of her vacant wide eyes
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| Epinephrine hits my bloodstream; |
| thee high of taking a human life is euphoric
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| An increase of dopamine and serotonin creates complete ecstasy
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| The blade slices through layers of skin and flesh
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| It continues to excoriate the wound until I lower it farther
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| Her voice cracks as she frantically pleads for her life
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| The pendulum rips through her intestines and spine
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| Slowly slicing the human in two
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| The lower extremities and pelvis are
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| Detached from the rest of the body
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| Blood drains from the segmented torso
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| The body twitches post-mortally in a pool of blood and entrails |