In the wild woods, with guns in hand,
We venture forth, a noble band.
With hearts so pure, we seek to find,
The thrill of death, so unrefined.
Oh, what a joy to take a life,
To feel the power, the savage strife.
With every step, our ego swells,
For trophies hung on proud man's walls.
The creatures tremble, in fear they hide,
While we march on, with greed and pride.
Their pleading eyes, so full of pain,
Yet we pursue, for our own gain.
Elle's heart raced as the echoes of gunshots reverberated through the room. She strained her ears, trying to make sense of the chaos outside. It seemed her captors were under attack. The sound of the gunshots had woken her. At first, she jolted from her sleep thinking that perhaps her Captors had come to finally take her life, but the reverse seemed to be the case. From the shouting accompanying the gunshots. It was clear they, Her captors were under attack.
