Poem - The Torture
he captured the enemy body weapon
and began to torture it,
he started with the buttons,
it made little afraid noises
but did not reveal any secrets,
he pressed softly on obvious soft places,
it's skin was smooth and white
rolling it over it had an interesting design
on the reverse
he licked a little at the back of its neck
his snout tingling from a strange pheromone
it struggled wildly against the ropes
ha.... a vulnerable place he thought ....
taking a short break to consider the torture results so far
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