whimpers in the corrner
he is coming
your master to punsh u
you tried to exscape
u hurt him
know its his turn to hurt you
chained to the wall
whip in his hands
slices your skin
blood
he grabs ur hair and pulls
throws u against the wall
more blood shed
u lose conscinse
blood flows out of ur cut
no one wants you
puddles on the ground
you lay limp on the bed
you die
and we rejoice
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