They won't let me go. I'm theirs until morning.I run from them, but they are faster and stronger than me. They only care about one thing: making me theirs.
Until it's time for me to stand trial. My three jailors accuse me and hand me my sentence: a cruel, obscene punishment. There is no escape from the haunted house. No running from my captors.
And so I suffer, I bleed, I open and scream under their skillful hands, but I don't wish for mercy...