She blacks outWhen that question is asked by this vile animalNearly suffocating on her vomitIn front of the gloating cannibalShe awakes in the cageSomething has changedInstead of fear her heart is filled with rageHer existence now balancing on the edge of a knifeAs long as the voice keeps whisperingShe will stay aliveShe is seriously considering suicideThere is no doubtTo kill herself is the only way out »I will be butchered and buried like my brotherI’d rather cut my wrist just like my mother. « Powered by a hatred she has never experienced beforeShe consumes fear and despairUntil she cares for suicide no moreAnd so the embittered girl starts thinkingOf ways to shove this witch into the oven »I will not die as his slaveI’d rather die fighting, scared but brave. « All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoirAre barricadedBut hey! There is one way!A damn small chance to escapeThe front door can be unlocked with a keyWhich is attached to the black batonThat the killer carries constantlyTo beat up his slave repeatedlyOne night, when dinner time arrivesAs always the killer puts the baton on the tableSitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciouslyHe speaks »Come here, have no fearPour me some wineYou’ll be just fine. « That’s when she thinksThis moment is mine!Nervously walking toward himHolding the fork behind her backAnd whilst pouring the wineShe uses all her strengthTo stab that fork deep into his neckShe smashes the bottle on his headYet before she can grab the keyHe pulls everything off the tableRight before he hits the floorA broken kerosene lanternLeaking fuel causes a fireThat quickly spreads through the roomShe picks up the key from the floorRushes the front doorThe killer drags himself forwardGargling on his own blood »Come back you fucking whore! « She smiles and locks the doorShe’s running through the woodsFinally freeBut distracted by the screams of the burning witchShe runs fast, straight into a tree!