So, I stumbled upon an old story of mine and thought y’all might enjoy. Hope you do.
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Your scent was intoxicating.
You needed to be taken.
Your eyes were striking;
So bold and blue.
Your voice, your laugh bubbling and adorable
You had to say “I’ll never be yours.”
So you had to be taken.
You had to be made to be what you are.
Whore.
Slut.
Slave to the masses –
The hungry, horny masses.
You had to be trained;
Made to forget -
Forget yourself, your life, your dignity and sense of self-worth
You had to be beautiful;
Too beautiful for words.
You had to be broken.
Oh, God, you smell so good.
You had to be taken,
Too pure for this world.
You had to be alone,
Ripe for the taking.
You had to be used.
You tasted so good;
Your tears divine,
Streaking your cheeks,
You cried and cried.
You struggled and fought,
As if it helped.
But, you had to be taken.
You had to be left,
Naked and bound,
For the next guy to come
And show you your worth.
Beauty and brains –
What did it get you?
Taken.
Raped.
Cum-stained.
Broken.
Left….
Whore.
