Six days and four hours
It is I whom he devours
Drunk one night
Under the club’s lights
I accepted a ride home
Too intoxicated to roam
First came the sweet talk
So I wouldn’t baulk
Then came the hand holding
Vicious plan unfolding
A lock of the car doors
Inside the voices roar
A knock on the head
Felt as if I were dead
When I came to
Dread was all I knew
“Surprise,” he said
“My name is Fred”
I cried and pleaded
At home I was needed
“Too late for that
You be good, you little brat”
Dark, damp, and cold
A loose door is outlined in gold
Screams go unheard
My vision has been blurred
Covered in urine and blood
And shackled in this mud
Hope is not lost on me
Should I ever set myself free
Up from this slippery floor
And out of that locked door
The presentation makes this so suspenseful. Very well done!
Thanks!