Did the chunk of flesh you bit off of me add mass to your pride?
Could you suffice your hunger with the taste of a juvenile?
Did my screams and desperate pleas satiate the sadist in you?
Did my struggle provide momentum to your uncontrollable libido?
What pleasure did you gain watching me writhe in pain?
Does it fulfill you to watch my innocence slain?
Did my forced nudity tame your shunned body?
Well, you managed to rip my soul apart with the tug at my skirt.
You successfully scarred my heart without any effort.
Adulterated me before I was aware of my own changes.
Shoved me into the face of brutal calamity.
If your blood is to be protected then how am I a free commodity?
Yet it is my strength to spare your life despite your brutality.
The very reason my father would kill is the reason I let you live.