Footsteps

I never thought footsteps could scare me so much
As you open my bedroom door,
I hide in my covers, not wanting your touch

You pull them back slightly
As you smile so menacingly
You whisper "baby" as you brush my arm lightly

When you touch me, my arm twitches
You grasp my wrists viciously
And I give in, I don't want anymore stitches

You put my arms over my head,
You climb on top and I lay
Perfectly still on my bed

I let you do your thing to me
I can't fight you off,
In doing so, dead is where I'd be

Tears stream down my face
As silence is only exchanged between us
And each time you go in, I try to find my happy place

As you finish, and cum into me
You climb off, and new tears form,
As I think of how it's always gonna be

As you head for the door,
You mutter under you breath,
"Fucking whore."

Slamming the door closed
After what just happened,
The tears; they just flow.