He told me to wait, butcher’s table bound, I had little choice; bloodied limbs scattered. Abattoir’s strong stench, biting my nostrils, Clothes struggle shredded, guarded by a hound. Quick thinking my gain, crafty words flattered, The giant brute’s ego, having watched his kills. Unexpected peace, strange new sensations, Escaping escapes, as Stockholm shattered. Prisoner I am, soothed with elation, Pleasurably tied, subject to his thrills.