Five men. 12 hours
Eight bottles of whiskey
Smoke from unstubbed
Cigars and cigarettes
Some stubbed on skin
Gagged and tied to bed
Nails dug to draw blood
Endure. Stifle your cry
The more you scream
More you make them horny
Next morning you wish you had died
You just collect the cash
Hide your bruises
And limp out ready
For the night.
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