She is bold, she walks with grace her pace with space... Her pride is within and it's a treasure she's been keeping only to be shared with her lover who's been patient and willing...

She takes a walk down the street to feel the fresh air on her skin... O if she had known this would be;
But lo from behind she feels a strong arm, she tries to break free but this grab is too strict...

He knocks her into a slumber and drag her to this house, deserted and in ruins.
He explores her with a rage, she screams and wails but to no avail, her yell could be heard from hell but no help came.
Aye!! This pride she's kept is now being reaped by this monster and now he runs out of the reach of Justice.

Her head is a battlefield of too much and not enough;
A push and a pull of numbness and sensation, her body is left in a blank state of awe like an empty vessel abandoned without control, she needs those pills to sleep a while or these demons sings in her head those lullabies of contempt and loss.