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She blacks out |
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When that question is asked by this vile animal |
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Nearly suffocating on her vomit |
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In front of the gloating cannibal. |
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She awakes in the cage. |
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Something has changed. |
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Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage. |
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Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife. |
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As long as the voice keeps whispering |
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She will stay alive. |
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She is seriously considering suicide. |
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There is no doubt |
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To kill herself is the only way out. |
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"I will be butchered and buried like my brother. |
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I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother." |
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Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before, |
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She consumes fear and despair |
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Until she cares for suicide no more. |
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And so the embittered girl starts thinking |
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Of ways to shove this monster into the oven. |
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"I will not die as his slave |
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I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave." |
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All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir |
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Are barricaded. |
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But hey! There is one way! |
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A damn small chance to escape. |
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The front door can be unlocked with a key |
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Which is attached to the black baton |
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That the killer carries constantly... |
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To beat up his slave repeatedly. |
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One night, when dinner time arrives... |
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As always the killer puts the baton on the table. |
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Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously. |
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He speaks: |
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"Come here, have no fear. |
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Pour me some wine. |
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You'll be just fine." |
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That's when she thinks: |
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This moment is mine! |
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Nervously walking toward him, |
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Holding the fork behind her back. |
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And whilst pouring the wine |
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She uses all her strength |
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To stab that fork deep into his neck. |
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She smashes the bottle on his head. |
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Yet before she can grab the key, |
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He pulls everything off the table, |
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Right before he hits the floor. |
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A broken kerosene lantern |
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Leaking fuel causes a fire |
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That quickly spreads through the room. |
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She picks up the key from the floor, |
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Rushes to the front door. |
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The killer drags himself forward, |
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Gargling on his own blood. |
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"Come back you fucking whore!" |
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She smiles and locks the door. |
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She's running through the woods. |
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Finally free, |
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But distracted by the screams of a burning witch. |
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She runs hard, straight into a tree! |
