Perfect Silhouette

She was trembling.
As a strange man untied her dress
Exposing her perfect silhouette.
He smiled ---- pleased of what he saw,
Then started caressing her with his lips.

His hands explored every inch of her.
Memorizing every detail.
But somehow he failed to notice,
The tears that ran down to her cheeks.
Or did he?

She wanted to scream
But her voice failed her.
To run, but she feels weak.
She cannot do anything but to sob
And hope that he'd soon be over.

He sniffed her soft raven hair.
It smells like the sweet summer breeze.
He bit her neck, leaving a very ugly mark,
As if marking his own territory.
"I can't get enough of you" he said.

So he cupped her breast,
And squeezed it hard.
Ignoring her cries of pain and fear.
He licked the white liquid that came out of it.
"I'm not the first, but at least I'm the last" he said while smiling.

Despite what he did, he's still dissatisfied.
And then, an idea strucked his mind.
He stopped and showed his evil grin.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I want my seed inside of you"

She was terrified.
But she realized that she's helpless.
So she just laid still.
And stared at the starless-sky.
Then, tears rolled again down her cheeks.

He put his manhood inside of her.
Thrusting hard --- ignoring her emotionless face.
Their bodies are soaked with their sweat and saliva.
He's worse than a mad dog.
He's not even an animal! a demon perhaps.

His seeds soon filled her.
He wore a very satisfied grin.
He got dressed and pulled the trigger,
A gunshot ruined the silence of the night.
He smiled, knowing that only the moon knows what he did.

She lay still with a gunshot on her forehead.
In the middle of a field where no one can find her.
Under the dark and starless sky.
He left her there.
She, with a perfect silhouette.