My wench, my horribly raped wench! Scream with me into the night! Anything to keep you distracted while I rip your breasts off. Pain and suffering are all left at the door as nightfall once again comes, and you slowly bleed to your death. I mutter the incantation;
Devil driven, soul spore,
spoiled sow of the goatwhore,
Remembrance of thou slithered past,
devours all it has.