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Chained to the ground
With blood all around
Tears on my face
And not a moment to waste
A man circles around me
As happy as can be
And look of pleasure in his eye
As he throws a glass vase
Teaching me my place
Dragged by the hair
To the bedroom in his lair.
Thrown on the bed
And I hit my head
I get knocked out
Quite a time later I awake
But find it is a tad bit too late
He is inside me
And something I'd rather not see
I want to go home
But I will always be alone