You know not why you're now here,
just that you are bound by fear-
(and a couple incised wires)
watching me, enticed with pliers.
Naked, cold, taught, and crying,
you can't move, although you're trying.
All stretched out, upon your stomach,
odors retch, your nostrils plummet.
Your head aches and thoughts are clouding,
slowly, memories are shrouding.
You ask out of blatant fear,
"Please, why have...
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