Fictional cannibal neurotically-motivated
You’re walking in the library.
There’s no one around, And your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot her: neurotically-motivated.
She’s following you About 30 feet back. She gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint. She’s gaining on you. neurotically-motivated.
You’re looking for the checkout, But you’re all turned around. She’s almost upon you now And you can see there’s blood on her face! My god, there’s blood everywhere!
Running for your life (From neurotically-motivated.) She’s brandishing a knife. (It’s neurotically-motivated.) Lurking in the shadows Tumblr superstar neurotically-motivated. Living in the drop-box, (neurotically-motivated.) Killing for sport, (neurotically-motivated.) Eating all the bodies Fictional cannibal neurotically-motivated.
Now it’s dark and you seem to have lost her, But you’re hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a fictional murderer, You creep silently through the bookshelves. Ah-Ha! In the distance, A small EXIT sign with the light on. Hope! You move stealthily toward it, But your leg! AH! It’s caught in a book pile!
Gnawing off your leg, (Quiet, quiet.) Limping toward the exit, (Quiet, quiet.) Now you’re on the doorstep, Sitting outside, neurotically-motivated. Sharpening her knife, (neurotically-motivated.) But she doesn’t hear you enter, (neurotically-motivated.) You’re sneaking up behind her. Strangling ship-wrecker neurotically-motivated. Fighting for your life with neurotically-motivated, Wrestling a knife from neurotically-motivated, Stab it in her kidney. Safe at last from neurotically-motivated.
You limp out of the dark library, Blood oozing from your stump Leg(olas). But you have won. You have beaten neurotically-motivated.
