Slave of the Sadist

She always wanted love, not lust, but found

herself so caught up. Discipline cruel, and

the constant pressure, forced her mind into sound

surrender. She was brok’n from demand,

so keen to relapse into anarchy.

She sat and cried then wanted to scream,

but no one could help her for none could see

that nightmares were all a part of her dream.

She ran from him, but found nowhere to hide.

He chased her, found her, never let her go.

She wept, she knew, of only pain inside.

She saw the mutilations no one’d know.

She craves freedom, wants to fly away,

but no escape, she’s handled open prey.