A little girl with a Heroine adiction Given to her with malice and purpose To trap her in a life of prostitution and service To do things you couldn't imagine could be done To a thirteen year old girl disilusioned so young not having seen puberty yet and forced to be a grown mans pet She was told her purpose in life To be a perverts plaything, not a mans wife Ignoring her crys of no and please They kept them comeing the sickos the sleaze Then one night a man worse than the rest He felt he knew how to torture her best With sick toys and a camera in hand He paid for this treat, he paid a grand with plenty of time , he paid for the night he wanted to torture her, drain all her fight straped to a table in fear of her life out of his bag comes a razor sharp knife He would cause her pain and then he would smile The Bastard got off on it ,taking photos all the while here a cut, there a slice drain her blood drink her life He used a toilet plunger with a long handle And forced it in, all the pain she could handle As she felt her insides rip and tear apart She knew he would kill her, knew in her heart For the more blood that he would spill The more satisfying was his thrill he would lick up the blood then again make her bleed he was a sick bastard on her blood he did feed She knew this could not go on any longer She needed a way to fight back, make herself stronger he untied her and made her mix him a drink this gave her a little time to think He needed a drink for this thirsty work So she made it for him with a little quirk The heroine he was given to tame her Went in his glass, as a smile overcame her He drank it and found his life in her hand She beat half to death, this disgusting man Her body and mind damaged byond repair Would the bastard live? why should she care She left then, him bleeding and broken She ran away her temper still smokin Blood running down her thighs Broken jaw and bleeding eyes It took some time but her body did heal As for her mind thats a whole different deal This all hapend twenty one long years ago she kept it to herself let few people know She made a life for herself over the years to come A husband, children and a place to call home She made it somehow through so many years Keeping the demons away, fighting her fears Now these things have come back to haunt her These things have come back, to haunt
Reason for writing:
For my friend
Birth sign: Libra
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