used and abused by lindsey wingate

warning this is graphic .... used and abused

Honest expectations
As I cautiously search the dark room
Realizing my situation
If I had chosen anything but that sip of death
I wouldn’t be here in this
Feeling his hands hold my thighs down so hard I can feel the bruising begin on my skin
His watch tears open my skin and my sympathy for this rotted sore helpless soul
Out of mind out of body I float above staring down at my wretched victimized shell
As the dark figure kisses my lips I push away but it’s too late he’s taken control
The weight of the other body lay half on me
I gasp for air but struggle to find it
I hear mumbling voices with my eyes half shut as the drunken has overcome me
I crawl to the bathroom some sick sign of relief
But only for a second he carries my drunken heavy body back to the bed
As I return to sober reality
I beg and plead to be left alone
But he enters me harsh with no emotion
This is selfish wanting he will fulfill
As he finishes my body full of exhaustion and sadness
I pass out
wishing for the end