Shattering screams and shrieks pierced the silent night. He remained indifferent to her begging cries, as he laughed maniacally. He ran his harsh hands all over her body, holding her selfishly to himself. She wept uncontrollably; her tears of anguish blending with beads of vermilion, flowing free to form a grisly pool. She pleaded until her voice turned hoarse but he merely continued to enjoy his ride.
After what seemed like eternity had passed, he smothered her with pillows, and walked away, kicking her as he did so. She was left alive, drowning in self-disgust and disgrace. She was reduced to nothing, but what he had made her into. Tossed aside, she was just another victim of his, haunted by his sick face, and by just one word that defined her- Rape.
The suffocating shame enveloped her as it dragged her down to depths of crushed fragments of her prior self. She would never be who she used to be.
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She Was Empty...
PoetryAfter what seemed like eternity had passed, he smothered her with pillows, and walked away, kicking her as he did so. She was left alive, drowning in self-disgust and disgrace. She was reduced to nothing, but what he had made her into. Tossed aside...
