I made sure the room was dark
Fore when I entered I could see
The beautiful girl
That would soon scream.
She turned to look at me wide eyes
Started shaking like a nervous wreck.
I smiled and she calmed down,
I thought "Man I'm good with who I select."
I softly grazed her pretty face
With my dirty, calloused hand.
She took a deep breath,
Man was she tan.
Naked laying on the table
Strapped down so she couldn't move.
Legs propped up in the air,
I moved across the room.
After I shut the door
I turned on the light.
It blinded me
It was so bright.
Then she took a look around
And saw all of my toys.
She knew I was going to rape her
I've been wanting to rape someone since I was a boy.
Then she saw my instruments
Which I would cut her with.
She started screaming,
She wanted out of this.
By this time I was so hard
I could barely walk.
I moved closely to her
And started to talk.
"This is going to hurt a little,
Please do scream.
And yes I am going to rape you,
No, This is not a dream."
I massaged her pussy
Then pulled out my dick.
I have an STD
And I'm really sick.
But she doesn't know,
And I don't really care.
I banged her so hard
I commed everywhere.
She lay there crying
Apparently depressed.
I'd figured I would leave
And let her rest.
An hour later I came back
I was ready to kill.
I had all my fun,
Now it's time to seal the deal.
I promised her ex
That I would kill her
But only for $10,000
As long as I could torture.
I walked back into the room
Which woke her up.
She started to scream
When I yelled "SHUT UP!"
I pulled out my sharpest blade
And slowly ran it down her chest.
The next place I cut
Was her breasts.
Than I slowly ran the knife
Down her wrists.
She started to cry,
Then her lips I kissed.
I went to her thighs
And slashed at them too.
The blade went so deep
It almost went all of the way through.
She cried in pain
And begged me to stop.
Thank God I'm a cop.
At last I was done
I cut almost every inch of her skin.
Now I pour lemon juice on her
And tell her she must pay for her sins.
I love messing with their minds.
Now she's burning, bleeding, and crying,
I do love it
Watching her dying.
Eventually I slit her throat
And now the deed is done.
Now torturing people is my hobby
Because killing is fun.
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