Dignity
Stripped
Darkness
Cold
What are you willing to do?
Whispers in hot breathe
Thick air in my lungs
How far can I push you?
Rough hands
Shaky grin
No way out now
Are you going to fight?
Tighter grip
Black eyes
Taunting laughter
You won't win
You can't win
You will die trying
Frozen
Body vacant
Now you see things my way
Taking
Ripping
Hot pain
Silence
I'll take this on my way out
You won't need it anymore
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