Wave of MurderA Poem by MandaBearsomeone doesn't make it out aliveAs you lay fighting for your life You scream your plight Trying to get away with all your might There was going to be a murder tonight. Your captor has many plans for you He told you; you would be his slave No clothes, No way to get out, No way to stop him You felt your body go limp. He ties you to his bed chains and ropes bound your hands and feet He gets on top of you as though you are his treat For this deadly fate he must meet As time goes by he becomes rougher You can't imagine a worse kind of torture As he forced you to say dirty things He forced you to participate in this filthy games He was finally done with you You sighed in relief But all was not over you soon realized He pulled out a whip You screamed "Please stop or just go ahead and kill me" He responded "It wouldn't be any fun for me" You just had enough you had to get out of there But how? How do you get away when you're tied up? You wait for him to leave the room You try to slip out of the ropes You get one hand out and work on the other one fast Next your legs and you are now free You must act quickly though You find a knife you see Running in the next room You come at him with a powerful zoom Cut deep into his throat Watching all his blood float With the wave of your hand You wrote in this chest A message in this man "MURDER" The wicked witch is dead You survived with all the hairs on your head. Finally your captor is dead
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