I wake from a troubled slumber, a feeling of precariousness about me
The vagueness and uncertainty quickly escalate to mortal fear
Unable to center my scattered thoughts, I lie confused.
Softy a gentle voice whispers “Run! The searchers are here”.
I am forced back to reality as I hear “Grab that Bitch”!
Surrounded by their filthy bodies, I gag at their putrid breath.
My nakedness betrays me as cruel, rough hands grab and clutch.
Brute arms encircle me, air is crushed from my lungs
Dizzy and confused, what have I done to be hated this much?
Angry because all the others have escaped, they make me object of their abuse.
Vainly I fight to cover my nakedness, to protect my womanhood
But darkness is beginning to creep into my consciousness.
My efforts though valiant, are futile and serve no good.
Methodically they prepare me for what is yet to come
The blows to my body are aimed to cripple but not mutilate
My beauty must be preserved for the inquisitors to violate.
Sweet, gentle darkness replaces my consciousness
Trepidation and pain fade as I slip into non-existence.
Cataclysm quashes tranquillity and perpetuates despair
As the darkness begins to devour my resistance.
Time is nonexistent here, only the vast expanse of darkness.
The light of the torture den is only remembered as pain.
Untold eternity’s of dark silence are broken
By horrendous screams that make the torn tissue of my body strain.
