stalking victims for his game—kidnapped, fragile, feminine prey—Bundy’s instinct, ways to play—to the forest to be
slayed—strapped to a tree, scream—right before you, rape—forced to watch me kill—now you are next, die—no one hears you,
screaming help—between her thighs, forced inside—terror flows thick through his veins—reaching for his killing blade—strapped
to a tree, scream—right before you, rape—forced to watch me kill—now you are next die—your flesh i crave, your blood i
quench—will fix my greed, my lust for you—and all your screams—these gifts you have, are all i need—stalking victims for his
game—kidnapped, fragile, feminine prey—Bundy’s instinct, ways to play—to the forest to be slayed.
