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Strangled screams,
Tear my mouth at the sewn seams,
His bloodshot eyes gleam,
"Just touch it, please."
Drug-addicted fiend,
Fulfilling sick, sadistic dreams,
Tonight, he has no fucking right.
My squirming and punching can't stop painful thrusting,
The feeling's disgusting.
A pathetic whimper, "I didn't want this."
"Then why'd you tease?! Little bitch."
A slap to the face makes me shut the fuck up,
Such a degenerate pretense for love.
I'm being dominated,
Violated and brutally used.
Strangling erotica comparable to a noose.
Blood spills from penetrations in a manner, perfuse.
His knife invalidates my every move,
Save for screams I'm all but mute.
Head bashing against the brick wall,
The shame, the fear, I feel it all.
Scream and claw, it's of little use.
This sadist animal enjoys my abuse.
No escape, no desperation pleas,
Not until he's finished with me.
Tearing through a crimson mess
Swollen, sticky, pained and stretched.
Bloody lacerations lace my chest.
Is there a reason to protest?
I never want to leave this place again.
Tear my mouth at the sewn seams,
His bloodshot eyes gleam,
"Just touch it, please."
Drug-addicted fiend,
Fulfilling sick, sadistic dreams,
Tonight, he has no fucking right.
My squirming and punching can't stop painful thrusting,
The feeling's disgusting.
A pathetic whimper, "I didn't want this."
"Then why'd you tease?! Little bitch."
A slap to the face makes me shut the fuck up,
Such a degenerate pretense for love.
I'm being dominated,
Violated and brutally used.
Strangling erotica comparable to a noose.
Blood spills from penetrations in a manner, perfuse.
His knife invalidates my every move,
Save for screams I'm all but mute.
Head bashing against the brick wall,
The shame, the fear, I feel it all.
Scream and claw, it's of little use.
This sadist animal enjoys my abuse.
No escape, no desperation pleas,
Not until he's finished with me.
Tearing through a crimson mess
Swollen, sticky, pained and stretched.
Bloody lacerations lace my chest.
Is there a reason to protest?
I never want to leave this place again.
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