LittleSiss
Sorceress
Token Angel
I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber
With each step... I wobble
My hips wide naked and unsure
They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it
Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again
I feel the most exposed I have ever been
My breasts torn and bleeding
My skin tight with stinging punctures
My chest so ripe with fire
I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward
And shove me backwards beneath it
Taken again and again until I have no sense of time
Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror
Panting with such a fear of what is still before me
I have no care of their preposterous defilement
Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times
But why this
A good and obedient
daughter
For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined
Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure
My eyes fill with tears of loss
I have no sense of me
I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant
The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright
My tears streaming down
Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square
I will soon be as them
Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood
Not for food or wool but for dominance
Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...
A simple tale
And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose
but to assume a presence
I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber
With each step... I wobble
My hips wide naked and unsure
They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it
Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again
I feel the most exposed I have ever been
My breasts torn and bleeding
My skin tight with stinging punctures
My chest so ripe with fire
I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward
And shove me backwards beneath it
Taken again and again until I have no sense of time
Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror
Panting with such a fear of what is still before me
I have no care of their preposterous defilement
Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times
But why this
A good and obedient
daughter
For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined
Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure
My eyes fill with tears of loss
I have no sense of me
I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant
The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright
My tears streaming down
Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square
I will soon be as them
Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood
Not for food or wool but for dominance
Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...
A simple tale
And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose
but to assume a presence
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