Bloody Pit of Horror - Impetigo

Stench of rot and filth prevails.

You fight against the

Iron chains to no avail.

Strung you up in my of torture

And sin.

Naked and sweating, let the beatings begin!

Warm

Up the tongs in the fireplace.

Press the searing metal

Against your innocent face.

Break out the whip, put you

To the test.

Pour molten hot oil on your quivering

Breast… My body count continues, you’re just another

Bitch.

When I’m finished I’ll dump you in a ditch.

Strap

Your welted body to my wooden rack.

If you’re lucky

You’ll die of a heart attack.

The horrible bed of nails

Could be too much for you.

But if you don’t like it, I’ve

Got a mask of spikes for you!

Vice grips crush your

Breasts in a screaming fit.

I’ll nail your fingers to the

Table, make you eat your own shit!

And when I’m through

You’ll be begging for more.

And I’ll rape broken body in

My bloody pit of horror!!!