Author of horror genre
Shame
Is what I feel
Even though I’m told
I shouldn’t because it
Wasn’t my fault
Those were his
Games
That he made me play
The things he made me do
The things he made me say
Trapped in his world
As a modern day sex slave
They found pictures and videos too
The things I am doing in them are repulsive
Leaving me full of disgust
Yet, I watch some of them looking over those
Pictures and videos and trying hard to cover
Their arousal from just viewing them
They are no better than the creep who did this to me
One of them talks to me
About what a beautiful job I’m doing
But what does that mean?
Does he not understand that I feel so unclean?
They shake hands with my keeper
And walk towards the door
One blows me a kiss
And it becomes quickly apparent
That rescuing me is not what they came for