Duct tape, shackles, and chains— Enable infliction of absolute pains. Needles and pins appropriately prod— To heighten quarry’s pleas to her god.
"An eye for an eye," said I; "Eyeballs that know not how to cry." Plucked from a rotten head, I’ll gladly stomp them, instead.
Honey draws insects to feed— On the one I wish to bleed. Her fright will calm my desire, Just before I set her on fire.
Cuffed to the bottom rung of a ladder— In a swimming pool . . . empties her bladder. And when there’s only a flicker of life in store . . . Thank God, I don’t think like that anymore.
Scott, Now I know what you and Bobbie do on those boring nights in that little town that rolls up the sidewalks after 8pm, LOL! Excellent for Halloween. As always, Friends & Peace, ED & Woofie
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Tami
Great Halloween write...
Excellent...
Trixie :)