Torture Hall

You walk into the hall
But you cannot see
For you have been blind-folded and drugged
They bring you into a room
Where they leave you

You awake to see many medieval contraptions
But not knowing what they are, you panic and think of the worst
For you are brought to a wooden slat on the ground
They lay you on the board and strap you down
And thrust a metal bucket onto your stomach

You see them stick a rat under the bucket
They start to warm it up
You can feel the mouse’s grimy claws grab a hold of your skin
And you can hear its squealing
That’s when you feel the first bite

You lie there with agonizing pain
As the rat starts to dig deeper into your gut
You feel the ripping of the claws and the beating of your heart starts to die
The rat finally digs its way into your stomach
You lie there dead cold

As the rat travels up your throat
And manages to find its way out of your body
You lie there lifeless and cold
The rat stumbles on the floor
And walks through
Torture Hall