He Who Hath Tried To Torture Me

He who hath tried to torture me

Failed for all his worth

Whilst hands were bound

a mind followed suit

And freed not itself

but tried further it's will



He who hath tried to torture me

Succeeded and gloats

Swollen and fat

Like satisfaction itself

sat me on bed of nails

Only then silence ensued

For I'd not let it be known

that silence was indeed my friend



String me up as I tighten this strap

Gag me indefinite as I tear at your skin

He hath tortured me for he hath found

What I'd hidden

Degenerate calls

Degenerate is

He hath found me

And torture is clear



For I'll bleed all day before you sip my blood

Killed himself before his own eyes

Strangluation by the rope, get on with the blade

Choked by hands, passed by such

For such as is never, never to explain fully

He who hath tortured me

my free soul

Will not gain crop in a field of contempt



When nothing is felt no symptom or pain

No torture or taint

In no return

For now we both hold

For we've both found

That torture proposed to be hidden

A new maid!

I hereby declare that Fanny of Hertfordshire is my new official maid.

Fanny, who has also undergone a recent name change to my liking, has pledged to serve her Mistress in more than a few ways and in the most servile of mannerisms. I shall sincerely hope that she sticks to her word. I should like to welcome her to the House of Sadie but at the same time warn her that: my standards shall never cease, my word remain law and my mind and hand always deft. To her I conclude - try your best for your best may save you, or break you, or both.