Suitable for ages eighteen and over.
Violations.
I walk alone
on this dark trip home.
Trees all around,
making no sound.
I shiver, a spear
of nerve-tingling fear
splitting down my spine.
I have this feeling I won't be fine
as I walk in this little wood-
it whispers to me little good.
I sense someone watching me.
As I turn around to see
If only paranoia is clawing at my brain,
a hand is at my mouth, to refrain
my calling for help and assistance.
I struggle, but any resistance
is futile. As I gaze into his eyes
I shake with fear, and start to cry.
He has me, and as he drags
my body into bushes, like dirty rags,
I fight only a little,
but when we stop I hurl spittle
into his eyes, a final resort.
"That's meant to hurt me?" he retorts,
Cold and sinister.
He starts to administer
his filth inside me,
All the while I lamely try to get free.
But by him I'm trapped
my energy and will sapped
by his piercing eyes.
At his ordering, I try
to orgasm, failing as I do.
Because of this, through
my neck, a blade is slashed,
and suddenly I'm alone, alive barely.
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