You can scream but you won’t be heard.
Play. Play. Play all day.
Tomorrow I’ll get the chance to slay.
Blood and death. Yes they’ll pay.
I’ll survive now to kill them all one day.
The whip cracks over my chest, peeling back the skin, but a smile still stays on my lips as Thad and I lie in bed, and he sings the song of insanity with me. We laugh, talking about how twisted it is, but he makes it all better.
Soon I’ll set the monster free.
I’ll kill them before they kill me.
The pain comes when they do.
They can hit, but I can too.
The monster grows stronger now.
When it breaks free, it’ll get me out.
Pretty bones will break for the beast.
On their blood I shall feast.
The sun waits, and the moon breaks.
The time is coming to escape.
Thad laughs, joking about the feast part of the song, as his fingers trail down my body. I was crazy when I thought of the lyrics, which is something I can laugh about now.
“The fuck is wrong with her?” a distant voice asks as I giggle at Thad’s joke.
“I think we broke her. She won’t quit smiling and she hasn’t screamed yet.”
Those words make me think of the rest of the song, and Thad starts singing with me again as he brushes his lips across mine with feather-soft touches.
Break me now, but I’ll be back for blood.
I’ll shred their skin just to have some fun.
They’ll feel my pain without mercy.
They’re going to scream so prettily.
They come to hurt. They come to play.
No more blood from me today.
“Maybe her body needs a different sort of punishment. The kind we gave her when she first came in into the rings,” one of the distant voices says.
Rage, rage. So much rage.
It’s ready to break out of its cage.
“Nah. She never broke with that. It was the beatings that worked. I just need to try harder.”