Part 1

Into the night; the bone chilling, bloodiest part of the night;
wearing the skulls of enemies past, silently they crept.
Checking their list like good St.Nick, the last one wept.
Who knew Karma would turn up such a fright?

Heads wrapped in burlap, wrists tied with wire,
into the van they go like lambs off to slaughter.
Silently, she waits; her father's jaded daughter.
Never again would they make her out to be a liar.

"Single file." Her enforcer barked. "Before I slit your throat."
To her underground paradise they went, hell on earth,
it's a shame not one ever saw her worth.
There she stood, raven skulled mask and feathered coat.

"On your knees," she commanded. "These three first."
Pushing the trio down, the enforcer uncovered their faces,
landing in the most unholiest of places.
The gasps were amusing as they had not seen the worst.

"Do you remember me?". She whispered with a hiss.
The trio shook their heads, her face still behind the mask.
"Once upon a time, you claimed to love me so I had to ask."
"Take them to the white room, the greasy one looks pissed."

Dragging them by the scruff of the neck, an argeous task.
Knuckles dragging across the concrete until they bled.
Screams could be heard as their knees were torn to shreds.
Cackling, she turned to the last two and lifted her mask.

Their cheeks turned ghastly white as she pulled out a knife.
"Surprised! I should think so. How dare you betray me!
I raised your kid, bought food and supplies! Do you see?
Best friends should never cause this kind of strife!"

"Bitches get stitches, but pure evil get eighty-sixes."
Dragging the knife across the first one's lips,
while her partner watched, trying not to flip.
"Time for you to join the mix."

The Overlord watched as they choked on their blood.
Sputtering and gurgling would be their final word.
Never again would a lie from their lips be heard.
Carefully, she stepped over them, avoiding the fluid flood.

Part 2:

No windows, no vents; walls of straight jacket white.
The three remaining were shaken with fright.
Enforcer stood firm as the bald one issued a plight.
"Today is not the day for you to decide to fight."

The greasy one frowned, none of this was his fault!
"The bitch made me do it. It's do as I say, my way!"
"Did I? Did I really? Or was it you who didn't want to play?"
"You!" He screamed as the other two fainted.

"Go get the coffee pot. He needs a hot drink. To the face. Try not to scream, my good man!"
"Have you lost your mind?" Screamed the grease can.
As the coffee melted his skin, she kept pace.

Smiling at Baldy, she crouched down, close to his ear.
"Hello, baby. I have something special just for you."
Wetting himself, he knew the punishment was long overdue.
"It was your choice, this for that, let me be clear."

Tying him to a chair, in front of a lone TV screen,
eyes pinned open so he couldn't look away,
"Now watch how real lovers play."
She was the star in every scene.

Last but not least, the ultimate beast.
The beatings, betrayal and bruises.
Twenty years she had waited, now time he loses.
And in the end, on his dying cries she would feast.

"It's all in your head..I gave all I had."
She snorted and knocked him back with her boot,
jamming a spiked heel into his throat, until he went mute.
"What was that you said? You'd rather be dead?"

Blood sprayed from the hole in his throat,
like a geyser of freedom releasing its prey.
She snapped his neck with a quick jerk of her foot.
Buttoning her feathered coat, she took time to gloat.

And then she took a breath.
As if it was her first.
A butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
New life, fresh start, a single breath.