The prisoner
Here I am slowly coming to.
I feel a brick wall rubbing my whipped back. I tug on the shackles to find my hands bound to the wall with the nails of agony.
My head sags with a sudden rush of red drops spew from my weak lips. The door creaks and echoes cries through the prison walls. You the one I call Hate. Have come to beat me again to get pleasure from my cries of pain. You have come to brag with that thing you call a tongue. You slither to my ear, whisper I've won what more do you have to live for. Your mine now.
I lift my head slowly you haven't seen the last of me. For you will fall and I will triumph.
Oh contra ire my dear, you can never win. I've taken everything little by little stealing every piece till you are nothing but lifeless. No one else can have you but me. I have gained control and made you a slave. You are willing to do anything for me. I have taken your love for another and kept it for my self. Now you are nothing
I replied, I'm not finished with you yet, I still have love on my side.
~Sabrina Black
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