If your love has gone crazy, she sits and waits, contemplating her next wacky and wonderfully daring disaster. You shke your head, too scared to speak, too scared to move- When she gets angry, every bloody person will know about it.
As you have been trying since your first date to escape, but her clutches, her majestic forces are much stronger than you anticipate, it’s a tangled seduction of poison and wine. She’s alluring, a temptress but a psychotic mess- Toxic.
Fumes that fill the air and a rotting smell of burning flesh hit my nostrils- ’That’s dinner’ I think to myself. She posed as an innocent young girl, well until she had me enter her house- Then it turned into a ‘Hell House’.
She was no match for me, she became wild, exotic and scary. I have now been locked up in my own solace of a four wall cubic dungeon within the brick walls of her basement. Fed scraps, formed to do un-imaginable things that only in the haunting images of a psychopath would ever think of.
I need to escape, I want to get out of here, but she cries, she tortures the weak and eats the strong- If I attempt to leave, she’ll know, she always does.
‘How can I leave?’.