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Christmas crime (33)

It was a busy day at the mall
On Santa's knees one child after another
At this she smiled, wishing she had one of her own.
She was young, still had lots of time
She tought as she walked by
Stopping at the Chocolate Arcade
For an expensive box for her friend
Invited as she was for that party over the week-end.
In her purse and next to her wallet
Was that cute little gun, cute and pink, for protection
One just never knows.
She paid for her purchase, had it wrapped in colorful paper
And made her way out of the mall.
Concentrating on the joy to come
She hardly paid attention to the two
Who came close to her (one on each side).
She then felt a pinprick in her neck as she was restrained
And shoved by someone quite stronger.
She woke up in a van.
A man and woman taking their pleasure with her
A gun at her head telling her to shut up and enjoy
As she was raped in one fashion or another.
It is much later that she was discarded
By a bench at a parc, frequented at this late hour
By druggies of all sorts,
Let them enjoy, maybe,
And let them explain....
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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