Strange  friendship:

The tyrant’s eyes, my gaze fell on
His loathsome face was all I saw
As he started tying me up
I could feel my gut stretching up
His brown beady eyes pierced my heart
Iike a thousand bees stinging parts
His cold hands adjusted a tight string around my waist
Embodied with anger and bursting with hate
The eyes that bore into mine contained something more than rage
Greed was the only thing that kept him on this pace
I wish I could direct him towards the light
Yet all I thought...