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Testing your tolerance for pain and discomfort
our punisher will work their dark magic on you
racks and racks of implements of all shapes and sizes
there is something for everyone
useless it is to bargain, plead or argue
reap what you sow, reap what you sow
everyone pays the price...eventually.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (8)
Ah, Paul, this was absolute torture--& you kept on stretching it further & further, lol. Well done.
Hehehehehe no one can run away from payment. I wish the currency is blood 😈
“there is something for everyone useless it is to bargain, plead or argue” Love this bit. Makes the hairs stand up. Gives a glimpse into the torturer’s mind. I do hope you’re in a good place writing these, Paul. Lol! Beware the darkness! But I am enjoying this series. 😁
Excellent work! You are so good at this.
oh.... oh my. lol! Yes, this is... terrifying. But you did a bang up job with this scary piece of work! I love that you are doing acrostics, Acrostic King!
Well written!
I love it!
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