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Right now I am thinking of being strapped to a wall with my arms up in shackles my legs too. Then a person with a black robe with a rolling tray concealed with a purple linen cloth for me not to see the instruments that he/she is going to use. This person first stands in front of me with a dark and grim smile like she/he is going to do a really sick thing. On the hand flips out a switch blade and tears off my shirt then my pants ( ). Then takes the blade and slide it down my chest, deep on my chest. The person holds it up and licks it clean and chuckles*sounded feminin*. She/he then turns to the tray and *swoosh* the cloth reveals a nine tail whip, a sharp prod, chain saw chain, and a rusty pipe. She/he first takes the pipe and held it as if was a baseball bat, there was a cold and long stare between us me with " what the hell you are gonna do with that pipe" and the other " hee hee hee" then charges at me with all of the robe person's force and swings at my rib cage *crrrrainge* the poll cracks my rib and I scream in agonizing pain. I started to cough :: Crugh Ugh Crauh:: blood spews out my mouth like thick milk. The Robe then drops the pipe and reaches out for the prod, first time was a stinging swing to the broken rib then stabbed up from my wound to my lung and left it there*aaaarrrrraaaaghhhhh* I screamed even louder than before. The person laughs with so much joy * hheeeeeaaaahahahaahheeeeeeeee* and takes the whip then *woopish* across my face again, again, again, again, again, and again. The robe throws it to my face and for the last choice the chain saw chain, the person steps forward close to my face and wispers to my ear you are going to like this quickly the robe steps back and finishes me off gleefully in motion up from my arms and down to my legs. The robe then stops and breathes heavily then takes a black lipstick and smears it on my forhead.