Invisible threads, exists as dreads, derived from threats, follows every breaths
They're wrapped around my neck, a mark of abhor and neglect
A brutish man quenches to deride me, reluctant to admit I love it,
The threads entwined to my body, enslaving me as his acquiescent puppet.

To his feet I befall, as I am his doll, my liberty small, as he stands tall
Obediently under his control, as to my lecher I sold my soul
I have no brain of mine,...