Torture [September 9, 2016] [Viewer Discretion Advised]

Viewer Discretion Advised: Contains Graphic Content

Shimmering rays of light shine into a room hidden in the darkness

Sweat glistening like crystals off an invisible form hiding within silence

A crimson puddle sparkles beautifully beneath the broken tortured figure

The iron reverberates from shackles of a brilliant metallic silver

Within the tortured silence the distinct sound of dripping can be heard

The crimson trickles over cold stone, reflecting infinite hurt

His breathing mirrors his memories filled with a forgotten pain

The unbearable agony he confesses confines him more than his restraints

His consciousness flares as a hollow silhouette enters the disturbing room

The spark blinds his exposed eyes as electricity illuminates the sinister tomb

Laid upon a blood-stained table lies tortured tools of meaningless torment

He closes his eyes, preparing to face his inevitable death with false content

The serial killer walks towards the broken figure slumped against the basement wall

He grabs a metal scalpel from the aluminum table, before approaching his favorite doll

He rips the torn shirt from the victim's torso, exposing his muscular, tender flesh

He drives the scalpel into the abdomen of the tortured soul, hot blood runs fresh

His tightened muscles convulse in response to the afflicted anguish

Growling in an act of mighty defiance, he strains against his own languish

His mutilated skin shreds, blood explodes from his mangled wrists

In a snap, his bindings shatter in an incomprehensible mass of lacerated fists

His splintered lineage drips into a useless heap upon the frozen floor

He limps towards the executioner, blinded by rage, his wounds he ignores

The murderer laughs menacingly beneath his obscure concealed mask

Grabbing a sledgehammer, the killer breaks the survivor's knee with a resonating crack

Laying his prey upon the blood-stained table, the tormentor begins to operate

He whistles eerily in the empty stone room as his cutting begins to mutilate

The suffering hostage watches as his blood splatters against the crooked surgeon

He fades in and out of consciousness as the ruthless criminal begins another insertion

The evil tools render through the slave, blood bursting from veins as he slowly chops

Arteries are laced open, blood spraying into the air like fountains running non-stop

The meat is minced, the gore squirts across the forgotten room with a new-found energy

The bones are sliced, the marrow is scraped out with a metal pick ever so cleverly

Heart still beating, organs intact, the surgeon cauterizes the open bleeding

He grabs a hammer and chisel, and drives it into the spine, the slave is beaten

Spine fractured, paralyzation imminent, the butcher begins his final progression

He tears open slave's abdomen with his bare hands and pulls out his intestines

The hot blood turns cold, the tortured reaches his inevitable demise

With chains and hooks, he hangs the broken body like laundry to dry

He cleans the room, the blood-stained table is the only evidence that remains

Inside the secret slaughterhouse that contains human meat for the sadistic insane