| Stench of rot and filth prevails. |
| You fight against the
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| Iron chains to no avail. |
| Strung you up in my of torture
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| And sin. |
| Naked and sweating, let the beatings begin! |
| Warm
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| Up the tongs in the fireplace. |
| Press the searing metal
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| Against your innocent face. |
| Break out the whip, put you
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| To the test. |
| Pour molten hot oil on your quivering
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| Breast… My body count continues, you’re just another
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| Bitch. |
| When I’m finished I’ll dump you in a ditch. |
| Strap
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| Your welted body to my wooden rack. |
| If you’re lucky
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| You’ll die of a heart attack. |
| The horrible bed of nails
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| Could be too much for you. |
| But if you don’t like it, I’ve
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| Got a mask of spikes for you! |
| Vice grips crush your
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| Breasts in a screaming fit. |
| I’ll nail your fingers to the
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| Table, make you eat your own shit! |
| And when I’m through
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| You’ll be begging for more. |
| And I’ll rape broken body in
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| My bloody pit of horror!!! |