Just something I tried to come up with for the special night.
One, two, you're taking a few.
Three, four, you're on the floor.
Five, six, taking the kicks.
Seven, eight, you're too late.
Nine, ten...you're dead, my friend.
Eleven, twelve, to hell you will come.
Thirteen, fourteen, nowhere to run.
Fifteen, sixteen, we're oh so keen.
Seventeen, eighteen, to make you mean!
Nineteen, twenty...you're home...for eternity.
Tygriss woke up, not to the feeling of a cold, metal floor, or in chains or cuffs, but to something soft and plush to her back. "Wh-at the heck...?" Tygriss groaned, opening her eyes, only for the room to spin before quickly closing them shut again. ...
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