Restricted and silenced,
Blinded by darkness,
Confined within the four walls.
A clinical place is what I knew,
It seemed too far fetched.
A dreaded smell to all the others,
Seemed to give me more pleasure.
A musty smell, that's what it was,
Enticing and intoxicating,
I couldn't get enough.
Knowing it would be mine soon,
Only delighted me further.
There was no point in struggling,
My life was lived in the best way,
The screaming and shrieking,
Gave me thrills of my victims,
Ones that were different each time,
All I knew, was that as they begged,
And pleaded for mercy,
Exhilarating, excitement and euphoria
Filled me up of my desires.
One of my many definitions,
That equals death.
A smirked had taken place,
As they began to inflict pain...
Pain.
It's a nice way to go.
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My Highway To Hell
Mistério / SuspenseA short book that left a few beta readers wondering what the heck was wrong with me ?.😂 ******** All things must end and I'm loving every moment, as I witness my fellow inmates torturous descent into hell. I know I'm next in line and I can't wait...
