What have I become now

Am I his willing slave?

But is it really his fault

Or do I want to misbehave

Let me scream let me gasp

Let me push against his hands

But yet again I cannot move

I'm bound back down with his strong bands

I feel his touch, his filthy nails

His stinking breath, his ugly smile

Greasy skin and lanky hair

I can only block it for a while

My mind and body both are numb

I feel no pain, no pleasure too.

My eyes shut tight in black

Until it ends and he is through

He leave me lying and sits up straight

Sweat drops down his chest.

I feel so filthy I'll scrub n scrub

But I know I'll never rest.