Welcome to my little playpen
I can see the way your wrist are tied 
That you’re beginning to feel light headed 
Don’t worry
The rope tied around your ribcage to the chair 
Will only constrict you
But not enough to slowly suffocate you

Were going to play a game
I have to weapons in my hands
One is a dagger
The other a hammer 
Which one do you want to choose?
To die?

You’re staring at my right
Wear the dagger is
I smirk at your mascara-covered face
That’s what you’d like 
But it wont be enough pain

I choose the hammer
And this is why

Ill begin to smash your head 
Then ill smash your knee caps
Ill untie you and watch how you try to escape

Then as you lay face down
Ill hammer a couple nails to your spine
And as you cry in pain and beg in mercy
Ill take the claw of the hammer
Puncture deep gashes in-between your shoulder blades 
Your lower back
And thighs
Ill roll you over and embed the claw into your face










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