There she laid, cold and pale
Watching her host close the door,
She knew danger was coming forth
But felt helpless, and could endure no more.
She could not fight back, as her hands were tied
Tears were dried,
Could not give up either but as he laid his eyes
Upon her, she wished she died.
Second by second,
Step after step,
He came nearer,
And upon her he leapt.
His haste was low,
Her screams were high,
She begged him to stop
When he abused her that night.
The morning arrived,
The sun shined bright
But due to the last night's deeds,
The little girl had died.
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(A/N: It really sucks how someone inhumane 'creatures' take advantage of the innocence and fragility of pure flowers...
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