Pain and hurt

The blindfold was on
And she was tied naked to the chair.
He did not have to say his name
She knew who he was from
His foul breath. She had rejected him,
Rejected his filth and his filthy world.
But the knife was making deep cuts
In her cheeks, deep cuts around  he breasts,
Thus scars which would remain and remind
Of the filth which invades this world.