More heads, More fun

I whirl around and what do I see?

A two-headed Dagoth, Smirking at me.

I try to run but he is much too fast,

I try to fight but he is much too strong.

'Beg for your life and maybe I won't make you share the same fate as your woman'

I cry,

There is nothing I can do,

I am screwed.

Dagoth takes his tremendous fallic weight,

And shove it up my backside;

The pain lasts forever.

He releases,

And then steps on my head till he cracks my skull and squishes my brain,

Like an insect.

That's all I ever was to him.

Dagoth makes it slow and painful on purpose,

Then it is all over,

And all I see is swirling blackness for a long time.