Cold steel,
A voice,
"Scream and die"
Pressure on the jugular.
A returned whisper
"What? Do you want?"
Broken,
Shaken.
The other hand,
Dirty, calloused,
Comes about the waist,
Reaching, caressing.
A hoarse reply,
"Take off your clothes"
The same free hand,
Squeezing the left breast.
Face scrunches,
Tears well up,
Pleas of "No"
A shake,
"Do it"
Gruffly told.
Hands fall,
Unbuttoning,
Clothes fall,
Along with tears.
A trust,
An innocence,
All in a moment-
Removed-
By one sick freak.