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Visceral Bleeding
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Correct Gasping...
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Knocked out cold, unconscious black Knocked out cold, ambushed Where am I? Head hurts Damn, neck is stiff Can't move Blurry vision, can't see straight Close my eyes, focus Starting to regain my conscious, no memory Trying to move but I can't, tied down to a chair Squirming to loosen the knots but they're rock solid The panic is starting to rise Trying to figure out, who would imprison me? Shadow moves swift around the room and comes straight towards me Lifts his hands, I try to duck to get away He's putting something on me Plastic bag, total panic Cutting off all air, suffocating Total panic, hyperventilate Taste of blood, in my mouth Can't move my arms, screaming out Falling over, hit the floor, flash before my eyes, gasping for air Starting to feel dizzy, try to bite the plastic bag Can't reach... life starting to slip away I can feel my body, starting to give up Pounding, inside my chest Feels like i'm gonna blow Then, suddenly, he lifts me up Not much time left, I can feel him poking at my mouth Poking, sticking a hole, letting me get a taste Slowly, my mind is again under my control I can hear him, at the end of the room What the fuck is he doing? A strike to my head Once again knocked down Rips up, steps back, lifts the bat Strikes my chest, intense pain The perpetrator laughs at me, can't see but I know it's him I know this psycho wants me dead Adrenaline is working fast, I want to crack this bastard's head Pierce his lungs, watch him choke I sense a smell of human death Realize i'm not the first to suffocate then left to rot in this room The plastic bag sits tight and firm I feel it's time to get it off This cunt won't break me he will die With furious anger I start wobbling with the chair Feel the wood giving in, knots loosen I will break free Again I feel strong Fueled by hatred and lust to slay Picture him beaten and dead The instant my hands are free he's back with the baseball bat Smashing and pounding, time must be now for attack As I charge I feel the knife, took me by surprise Slicing my throat, quick I die
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