Your Turn

I watched this movie-wrong turn 4- and it inspired me!

On my way there,

don't wanna go.

Why can't I stay?

 

Don't hurt me.

The blade looks sharp,

but my pistol is faster.

Don't piss me off,

you don't want that to happen.

I'm quick.

I'm sneaky.

I'd take your knife

and slit your throat

 before you could realize your hand's empty.

 

But for now,

I'm tied up.

Every limb is wrapped in barbwire.

Your pulling.

I can feel my bones dislocate.

The pain is crucial but I'm numb.

I feel nothing now.

 

You let me go.

Now I'm free.

YOUR TURN.

 

I spit blood at your feet.

I look up and grin

with bloody teeth and crazy eyes.

 

You try to run

but I grab your ankle.

You face plant the floor.

I take your blade

and slice your toes,

one piggy at a time.

Now your teeth.

 

When I'm finished,

your mouth is full of gory red spit.

Barbwire time...

 

I don't pull you apart fast,

like a band-aid

I do it slow

to watch you suffer longer.

 

Is that a tear you have shed?

To try for pity, I assume.

Now I feel sorry for you.

Because you think I pity people.

 

But what you don't know,

is that you're about to live your last moment.

 

Crunch! Crunch!

I hear you bones pop,

one by one.

It looks like slim,

as I watch your vains burst.

You blink ,

another tear sheds.

Your head slinks down.

Your dead.

 

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