Water (don't read if you're scarred of open water.)

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I can't describe the feeling.
Something like dead skin peeling.
My hand graces the watertop.
My sensations going pop.

But this is a horror story!
This one is not at all gory.
A twig snaps behind me.
A murderer, on there killing spree.

He slips the rope over my neck, and drags me to a boat.
I didn't have any time to gloat.
My hands and feet were already tied.
The ropes dig into my hands if they are pried.

The man ties a weight to the other end of the rope.
To untie the weight, I would grope.
When the person threw the weight into the water.
But this time, being under water is strange.

Not strange, because i'm not easily beaten.
But because at the bottom, I was ripped apart and eaten.

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