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Knocked out cold, unconscious black |
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Knocked out cold, ambushed |
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Where am I? |
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Head hurts |
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Damn, neck is stiff |
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Can't move |
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Blurry vision, can't see straight |
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Close my eyes, focus |
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Starting to regain my conscious, no memory |
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Trying to move but |
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I can't, tied down to a chair |
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Squirming to loosen the knots but they're rock solid |
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The panic is starting to rise |
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Trying to figure out, who would imprison me? |
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Shadow moves swift around the room and comes straight towards me |
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Lifts his hands, |
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I try to duck to get away |
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He's putting something on me |
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Plastic bag, total panic |
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Cutting off all air, suffocating |
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Total panic, hyperventilate |
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Taste of blood, in my mouth |
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Can't move my arms, screaming out |
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Falling over, hit the floor, flash before my eyes, gasping for air |
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Starting to feel dizzy, try to bite the plastic bag |
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Can't reach... life starting to slip away |
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I can feel my body, starting to give up |
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Pounding, inside my chest |
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Feels like i'm gonna blow |
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Then, suddenly, he lifts me up |
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Not much time left, |
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I can feel him poking at my mouth |
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Poking, sticking a hole, letting me get a taste |
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Slowly, my mind is again under my control |
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I can hear him, at the end of the room |
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What the fuck is he doing? |
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A strike to my head |
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Once again knocked down |
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Rips up, steps back, lifts the bat |
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Strikes my chest, intense pain |
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The perpetrator laughs at me, can't see but |
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I know it's him |
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I know this psycho wants me dead |
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Adrenaline is working fast, |
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I want to crack this bastard's head |
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Pierce his lungs, watch him choke |
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I sense a smell of human death |
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Realize i'm not the first to suffocate then left to rot in this room |
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The plastic bag sits tight and firm |
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I feel it's time to get it off |
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This cunt won't break me he will die |
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With furious anger |
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I start wobbling with the chair |
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Feel the wood giving in, knots loosen |
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I will break free |
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Again I feel strong |
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Fueled by hatred and lust to slay |
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Picture him beaten and dead |
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The instant my hands are free he's back with the baseball bat |
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Smashing and pounding, time must be now for attack |
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As I charge |
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I feel the knife, took me by surprise |
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Slicing my throat, quick |
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I die |