Trapped, Cornered, Pinned Down. The ramblings of a Child's Torture....{sort of Graphic}
You had me trapped beneath Your Unbarably Heavey Broad Frame of smelly Fat. You used all strength to hold my Non-Stop kicking and screaming as I felt shame from deep within. You shoved that filthy, selfish, and deadly diseased sex-organ right straight up the decency of my Bleeding Innocence. You made me scream, as a Little One can for Mercy, all the while No One in hearing distance understood my Cries. You gashed my aura with such a Heated Sexual Hatered that I could No Longer make a sound, or move an inch. All I could do was let the blood pour out as my pain ran down with it in streams of Plenty, raging right thru the center of the entirety of my intriverted, UnEnduring Fear. You litterally caused all physical Pain to cease within a fraction of an instant. You would not put an end to that Torturous Prison engulfing my existance within feelings way beyond Horror throughout all boundries of my Terrorized empty shell of a body. I was Pinned down under Your Out-Of-Control scumm. Why did You have to Murder me that day?? Mary-EllenMatthews/CopyRight2002 --->> Madness Carves It's Own Reality <<--- Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 01:18 PM PST 0 • 1
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"You had me trapped beneath Your Unbarably Heavey ..."