Hmmm,Tied up or held down,both sound desirable to me.
Hands and legs bound, my rapists arms free to insult me more.
Held down,unable to move struggling against my rapist, helpless under his grasp.
What to choose,what to choose.
Right now I am going to go with ,hands held down theres something more erotic about it.
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Nails tear at raw flesh,cutting deep,
tossing and turning, quivering with delight as I weep.
Eyes wide open and mouth taped shut breathing barely,hands tied up.
A loving heart completly ravished, a home for two,taught to share.
Blood runs thick on skin so pale
and just like my soul,body bare.
Tears are dry, mascara stale,
My twisted fairy tale.
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