As she's chained up to the bed post

Tears are running down her face

He bites her lips, flashes a smile

From her sweet blood he can taste

Powerless she does remain

And struggle she must not

For fear of pain he will inflict

Like the last time that she fought

The scars that show around her wrists

From the tightened metal cuffs

Are her constant reminders

That he can never get enough

But she knows he never tastes

Any fear in her sweat

Because she WANTS it, SCREAMS for it.

Begs for it, better yet!

Winter