Transylvanian Escape

In the pitch black dungeon I pat At the smooth and damp stone floor Stuck in my cell like a trapped rat Following creases to find the door I bring myself to the nearest wall Running my hand along its cold face I meet five corners here in total And now I think myself a lost case The façade remains truly uniform While chains rattle in the distance Squealing vermin fight for carrion Some liquid falls and loudly raps Echoing through the larger complex A hatch opens up above my bald head Grotesque men look down and say "Sex." Horrified I consider suicide instead They lower a rancid rope down to me And several of them start coming down No hope left I want to end my misery A figure appears which wears a gown It points down to me and says "Hate." I stand back as the men come devoted With nowhere to run I await my fate They grab and tie me up to be hoisted I go watching the light come closer And I start to hear organ music playing Faint at first but becoming much louder I see the figure and instead of scowling It is smiling and seems to be a woman I have no recollection of how I came here Faced with this situation I want to run Exiting darkness the room becomes clear I see Victorian paintings on the walls An elaborate staircase surrounds a statue Persian carpets and crystal chandeliers Looking at me she says "This one will do, Strap him onto the torture rack for us." And I am promptly fastened to the thing It is a bloody contraption covered in pus Looking at me she says "Good evening." She dismisses the men and they depart Coyly looking at me giving good measure She says "Causing you pain is my art, I will test the limits of my pleasure." My eyes stretching wide open in horror I attempt to utter words of protest But my distress is complete before her For I can't manage any from my chest She smiles knowingly of the attempt Taking hold of some old and bloody tool Saying "I will hold you in contempt." I pale as my blood drains into a pool As she proceeds to do unspeakable things While the organ music from next door plays Time stands still like only anguish brings Finishing up she looks at me face to face She unstraps me from the cruel device And commands me to relax and stand upright I do as she bids while watching her eyes She says "Good you didn't put up a fight." Taking my hand she leads me to a window And says "Isn't it just a beautiful night?" I open my mouth and there is a silent echo Looking at the silhouette of bats in flight Leading me to the doors of the mansion She asks me "Why don't we go for a ride? My hot air balloon sure is a lot of fun." I exit through the doors to the other side The garden is alive with nocturnal sounds We make our way through the weaving maze Looking back I can see the awesome grounds Taking off in my dream to wake up in a haze

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