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deprived
erotic darkness deprived of senses
in a solitary isolation
light dies here in the gloom
without the slightest comforts
in the darkness my other senses grow sharp
the taste of fruit is divine
a reward for good behavior
a system to make me behave
to respond in a pleasing manner
the dark retorts and I sneer
a night with no covering, left bare
vulnerable, until I am stripped of my facades and succumb
giving my enforcer what he needs
he is socializing me or grooming me to meet his Master's needs
paraded for his friends nude
fingers find my open spaces
my pink plump lewdly examined
such a tasty peach
one such pervert was overly eager
and I bit him where he'll remember it
three days without sustenance, has me weakened
by day twenty nine I feel broken
confession during session six
I confess I have fixation on my Sadistic captor
he saw my raw potential
unruly in life he thought to focus my energies
by socializing me sexually
rewarding my open cunt
with special attention night after night
as eyes drank in the events
He is part of an occult society
for once I felt special
no one really cared about me in life
so no one knew I was missing
pets to my pussy became more regular
until my initation day came
and I was to fulfill his darkest imaginations
my personality splinterd he requested her
vulnerability, it would be her first time
protective I took his brute force instead
surprising him with my new found ferocity
shielding my maidenhood, I vowed no one would touch me there
hidden from view in my hallowed inner sanctum
they might break my flesh
but they would never really know me
beguiled, I turn it on them
as my inner Priestess comes forth, hells own
hello Sirs you've opened the portal
now I am here, I am Madness
I can smell your fear
this child is a darkling along way from home
you will be addressing me from now on
culted faith, we will see eye to eye
she arouses your senses and you crave
to your dismay you realize you are hard
she smiles toying with you
riding your psyche you entertain the visions she's sending
then you act them out and pay heavily
we'll see you soon
you are invited at my behest
to your own undoing
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