bottled screams

when helplessness gets its grip  
and you realize struggling is futile  
pleas for mercy are all you have  
and with a gag in the way  
only the eyes and grunts are left  
 
inarticulate gasps falling upon deaf earlobes  
soft eyes that devour anguish  
hide fierce will  
an intricate strong cruelty sets its course  
wrapping claws upon all shreds of freedom  
squeezing silent screams into bottles  
to shove into reverberating ears  
a claustrophobic sense of an unending prison  
drapes over already secured bonds  
and the only solace then is her beauty  
ornate with heels and flare  
enough to make a man absorb any and all  
she has to offer