[warning: here lies a very, very powerful poem on the subject of rape. It's not for the faint of heart and it is all fiction none of these words are from true experience. You have been warned.]
A mind so twisted to the point where at her lowest level of self esteem feels like it's at the highest.
Her body is just dead weight on her soul.
A clouded mind with no sense of direction.
A life that has many 'could have beens'.
She did not care.
Life to her is just a constant nightmare.
Thoughts of suicide were comforting compared to the life she lived.
Walking down the streets of the city getting what she deserved.
Last night.
She remembers so clearly.
Walking in the park and then being confronted by a stranger.
He wants to talk.
She ignores him and walks away.
A few minutes pass by,
the sound of her footsteps is so loud on the pavement.
Concentrate on her own footsteps.
She heard faint but rapid footsteps.
As if someone was running towards her but being careful enough to not be heard.
Push
Grab
Pull
Punch
Slam
Bag
Stolen away into a car; adventure.
Stay calm.
She sat there knowing what was coming
not caring that she will get hurt.
A heavy hand on her shoulder
equally heavy breathing on her neck
breath stained with the smell of sour liqour whisper to her
"don't fucking scream or else i'll fucking kill you bitch!"
Steady heart beat; no sign of panic.
Car stops
pushed out
up stairs
doors opening and closing.
lay down on what seems to be a bed
Arms tied above her head
her waist pinned down by one of her attackers.
Heart rate increases.
danger.
She feels a rough hand under he shirt.
playing with her stomach
a voice calmly says to her in a soothing voice,
"You like that don't you? You're asking for it and I'm going to give it to you."
cold metal against her skin.
knife.
rip
rip
rip
her only clothing is ruined.
naked
laying naked.
legs spread open
rough hands holding her ankles down.
She doesn't move.
She knows what's next.
Hears clothing hitting the ground.
Mounts the bed.
rough lips.
protruding tongue.
Breasts being kneaded.
A finger traces down her body
ever getting closer to her groin
playing with her pubic hair
"You're fucked."
Penetration.
In
Out
Rough
Fast
Pain
It was unknown how many times it was repeated.
Unknown how many times the beat their fists on her soft body.
But there was one thing that she knew that they didn't.
She enjoyed it.
Man, I've heard of rape fantasies, but I'm pretty sure those don't actually involve real violence...
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