Short Story: A Little Hobby...

Short Story: A Little Hobby...

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I have a little hobby. Come, sit, I'll tell you what;

it's just a little pastime, I think you'll agree too.

Just, would you like a cuppa? It comes so piping hot,

we'll warm our hands upon the mug and gas about who's who.

.

That's right, just you get comfy; - I see you've drunk the lot!

Well, now I'll let you in on my secret, dark habit.

I lure in unsuspecting young people, to this spot;

this room has seen some beauties, I've skinned them like a rabbit.

.

You look a little puzzled. There really is no need.

I'll explain what is happening; the drug was in your cup!

you'll find it hard to move now; don't pay it any heed;

that's just to make it easy for me to truss you up.

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Now, dear, I cannot hear you; - I know it's hard to speak,

so don't know why you're trying, - relax and let me work.

My hobby's so absorbing, the pow'r-rush makes me squeak;

The high anticipation; - the smell of blood and murk...

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You see me lay the plastic; you watch with frightened eyes;

I pick out nice clean scalpels, you roll your head and strain;

I cut some juicy slices of flesh out from your thighs,

and pop them in the frypan, then cut and come again.

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Oh dear, you've only fainted! That will not do! Not fair!

That spoils the whole effect, wake up! I need to see your pain!

- Dear me, they keep on dying; I'll have to take more care.

I don't know why it happens. Each one I've tried in vain...