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  • Stench of rot and filth prevails. You fight against the
    iron chains to no avail. Strung you up in my of torture
    and sin. Naked and sweating, let the beatings begin! Warm
    up the tongs in the fireplace. Press the searing metal
    against your innocent face. Break out the whip, put you
    to the test. Pour molten hot oil on your quivering
    breast... My body count continues, you're just another
    *****. When I'm finished I'll dump you in a ditch. Strap
    your welted body to my wooden rack. If you're lucky
    you'll die of a heart attack. The horrible bed of nails
    could be too much for you. But if you don't like it, I've
    got a mask of spikes for you! Vice grips crush your
    breasts in a screaming fit. I'll nail your fingers to the
    table, make you eat your own *****t! And when I'm through
    you'll be begging for more. And I'll rape broken body in
    my bloody pit of horror!!!
  • Stench of rot and filth prevails. You fight against the
    iron chains to no avail. Strung you up in my of torture
    and sin. Naked and sweating, let the beatings begin! Warm
    up the tongs in the fireplace. Press the searing metal
    against your innocent face. Break out the whip, put you
    to the test. Pour molten hot oil on your quivering
    breast... My body count continues, you're just another
    *****. When I'm finished I'll dump you in a ditch. Strap
    your welted body to my wooden rack. If you're lucky
    you'll die of a heart attack. The horrible bed of nails
    could be too much for you. But if you don't like it, I've
    got a mask of spikes for you! Vice grips crush your
    breasts in a screaming fit. I'll nail your fingers to the
    table, make you eat your own *****t! And when I'm through
    you'll be begging for more. And I'll rape broken body in
    my bloody pit of horror!!!