Putrid Pile

Pray for death!
Backwoods electroshock therapy.
Feet in a pail of water, wrists and ankles tied tight.
Live wires released from my hands.
Pray for death!
Battered and bruised, dripping blood, you reek of urine.
Electric death, my cock erect, suffer unto me.
Pain is all you'll know.
From here to eternity.
What a silly fool I've been.
How could I have killed you first?
My cock makes me remember.
It's standing at attention.