Dr. Murder

Screaming so loudly, she's strapped down on a table
I cover her mouth with surgical tape
"It appears to me, dear, that your vitals are stable
You're in good enough health to rape"

She writhes and she squirms as I cut of her clothes
With a pair of sharp silver shears
I kiss down her body, from her head to her toes
Her eyes quickly filling with tears

My white coat comes off, I strip down to nothing
A scalpel's on the table so near
I strap it to myself, hard and throbbing
And laugh as she's quaking with fear

I climb atop her, filled with the sickest lust
She quivers beneath my grasp
I begin my fun with slow, forceful thrusts
I smile at her tortured gasps

My movements quicken, now she's in agony
Tearing her insides to shreds
The look in her eyes is pleading with me
To stop and leave her for dead

She shrieks as I peak, ripping her apart
I pull out with a satisfied sigh
But there's still dark desire within my heart
It's time for this girl to die

I grab the scalpel, covered in semen and blood
And stab through her throat like a knife
Her screams die down in a crimson red flood
And I smile at the end of her life