SEXUAL/GORE TRIGGER WARNING
She's scared, her body shakes
As sweat fills the air, dripping
Down her angry body
Filled with rage, as it dance's
To the peaceful Melody
Flowing through her veins
Her movements sharp, vivid
Moving with every note
She can't fix it, can't find the
Mask in the crowd begging
To touch her boiling skin
Yet she knows he's there,
Taunting her with his, blood red eyes
Filled with untouched rage, she knew
She shouldn't have came, she's walking
On his territory, she knew his game
The way he placed, the exotic blue
Behind his lashes, the way his lips curved into that angry smirk
As his fingers traced every curve
Of the woman's body
Her fear hightened, she knew
He was watching her in the little red
Dress that hugged her skinny waist
It was his favourite, he told her in the back of his car then left her naked
On the side of the road
She felt his hands tightly on her hips,
She knew he was there dancing with her
He kissed her neck and bruised her skin
With his nails, he was angry and god
Was he a monster with his hands
"You shouldn't be here sweetie." He whispered, his voice husky and sexy the smell of smoke mixed with vodka set her off.
"Touch me." She replied, dancing against him as he pushed her away.
She knew she shouldn't walk into
The Lions den, the fear climbed it's
Way up her skin and down her throat
Coming up as puke but never throwing up
She craved him, the dark look in his eyes
As he bruised ever inch of her skin with his fists, and touched her insides slamming against her hips
He was angry, she had ruined his night
His new prey had gotten away
He needed somebody knew to hurt
To wreck their mind, and bruise their soul
She wanted him, she knew she shouldn't
The way his words cut deep into her skin letting blood flow out in waves as
She screamed in ecstasy at the touch of his lips
She couldn't eat, his words had ruined her body image
She couldn't sleep, cause the way his lips grazed her skin and bruised her hips sent her hands wandering
She was falling inside a abyss and he wasn't going to catch her
She begged him, to take her to his nightmares
She screamed for him to destroy her, to make her his doll
She wanted to be perfect, she wanted to be his and his alone
He laughed, as he held a knife to her throat
Her sweet cries, and screams held him captive
As he slit her throat
She was HIS
Written By: Teha Brown aka
WILTEDROSE213
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