How many fingers am I holding up?

Can you tell me how many once belonged to you?

If you're seeing double vision

The answer to both is more than two

But the real question is

How many will remain when I am through?

A trick question of course

I will never let you leave

You're now a fixture in this

Somewhat morbid torture artist gallery

So don't fear the reaper

Because you're stuck here with me

And my imagination is more grim

Than any fictional being!

But why are you here you ask

And struggling to speak

Could it be the stitches on your lips

Previously slit from cheek to cheek?

The missing tongue, some teeth and vocal chords

Now unnecessary parts

I've taken nothing vital yet

Be still your beating heart!

How much can you live without?

Will anything be missed?

Several limbs less later

We'll know your final predicament:

Choking on your vomit

So helplessly you gag

Whilst your eyes glisten like stars

Upon your crimson mask

How many others can you spot

In your peripheral view?

Do you spot a pattern yet?

Can it really be true?

Someone played the game far better

And caught such fickle prey

It's he who hunts the hunter

Who sits highest atop the food chain

Sorry, I see you're flagging

But please come back 'round soon

We're only just getting started

And there is so much left to do

Each chunk of meat carved

Is for the lives you wrecked

Each scorch mark upon your flesh

Part of your punishment!

Ah, what a pleasant sight

To see you still somewhat alive

And kicking like the others

Oh how my creativity thrives!

I fear I went artistically ballistic

With the switchblade strokes

Beneath your colour palette swab

I see a hint of exposed bone

But it's the fear in your eyes

That I connect with the most

The fear of it ending too soon, that is

Somewhat different, I know!

You're still choking on blood and vomit

Waterboarded by sick

Eyes still barely open

To let the horror in

Extremities slowly turning

A stomach churning shade of blue

Are you still hoping for a Saviour?

Nobody is coming for you!

There is no end in sight

I'll keep you very much alive

Strung up with the others

Thirteen devils in a line

All deserving of the most

Unimaginable pain

Living out your deepest nightmares

Over and over, again and again!