Thing Of Nightmares

I woke to dark, cold, bare skin
Disoriented...
Confused...
No recollection of time before or how I had ended up here.
I feared for reason why I'd be here this way.
Feared knowing reason why my wrists were bound and my legs were braced.
Hazy mind, body struggles for release.
Breathing...
Not my own....
I knew then I wasn't alone.
That someone, something I feared was close at hand.
He exited the dark to allow me gaze upon my nightmares and my screams were muffled down the barrel of a gun.
My heart pace fast, my eyes screamed and paced searching through darkness for a means of escape that never came.
Sweet sixteen, innocence stolen by him.
Mocks her tears and fright with Satan's laughter and forces himself on her.
No shame for him, but for me I was filth, disgusting, something to be swept under the rug to hide from the world, dying while he only delighted in the silence of my misery.
Suffered this way three days, two nights before I was allowed the chance to run.
Rape was only the tip of the iceberg, the least of the pain he inflicted, it was the in between moments when his insanity shuttered me very core.
Moments, hours at times of beatings with objects, seemed he'd use what was easy to find and Satan would laugh as my pain cried.
Prayed to be released from this world, a cage I trembled helplessly in.
His favorite thing it seemed was a rusty old coat hanger he'd heat and use to burn my skin, he smiled a monsters snarling drooling grin to watch me try without hope to move away from it.
His hands wrapped my throat as a scarf might and I fainted many times hoping one time it'd be just tight enough so as to fade from this world and from the haunting that would remain.
Even after bars locked him away, it did little to ease my mind, for in restless sleep he'd be back again, a thing of nightmares free, and I was bound and my screams went mute down the barrel of his gun.