Master Is Taking Over

"Perfect in weakness, aren't
You darling" He speaks
As he looks down upon my
Struggling body, to free
From his grasp.
Laughing at my failed attempts he
Holds on tighter, bringing
Me anxiety. Wet copper
Fills my mouth as I curse
Under my weakened breath.
He taunts me asking
Me if I've lost my fight,
If I had failed.
His grip tightens, suffocating
Me, separating the air from
My lungs. With half hearted
effort, I only say "I've just
Begun" He takes his claw and slices
With ease, down my cheek,
Releasing the deep crimson.
Master is taking over. And I cant
Control. He took me..
And He's taking over.
I'm not safe.
I won't be if I let him.
But what the fuck?
I'll let him finish his game.
Might as well.
Nothing will stop him.
Neither will I.
I stopped struggling, and wait
For my true suffering.
That was nothing.
Time for true pain,
Shall begin.