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Sick Pleasure

You were taken,

Stolen,

You're gone forever,

Never to breathe life again,

Taken away for someone's sick pleasure,

Lying in a shallow grave,

It's so sad that you couldn't be saved.

 

The second victim,

Locked in the barn,

Trapped in the dark,

Stabbed in the heart,

Dying on the floor  as she cried out,

But nobody heard her,

Now she's stuffed in a freezer with her insides cut out of her,

It's such a shame that nobody could save her.

 

Third victim,

The captive now has serial killer status,

Disgusting pride in that freaks cold eyes,

First he stopped her breathing,

Resuscitated her,

Then proceeded with beatings,

Causing painful internal bleeding,

Just think of the demonic laughter the poor girl was hearing,

The last thing she ever heard.

 

Fourth victim,

I think you get the picture.

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Written by
insamity
English
Published
Feb 10, 2011
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