The room is dark.
Quiet, musty, low.
Where is she? She waits, hoping to find out.
There is beating inside her,
More than one tune.
The room is dark, she feels like a child.
Footsteps in the distance, a prickle down her spine
She breathes heavy, the air turning white.
Her hands and feet immobile, cold, hard chair below
A gag in her mouth, bruises forming on her body
The room gets darker, the footsteps arrived.
Her body is beaten, raped, she doesn't know.
The room is dark, the two hearts inside her,
Silenced.
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omg this is wow just really good
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