SomsThinking

The Sadist: I love it most when they scream in pain; Cliched as that might sound. Their tearful pleading exhilarates me; Especially when they are unbound... I adore the feeling of letting them run In the knowledge that they won't get away. I'm afraid that once you enter my lair; You are simply here to stay... My greatest joy is in wresting confessions For in pain they admit to any crime. How many times have they renounced their devils Squealing all the time... A white hot poker, can work such wonders The tightest of tongues will turn to slack. I like to hold it against their flesh; Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly bla