Nightmare

Scared she laid there as he watched her 

 Fear racing through her mind as he touched her 

It's his pleasure but her nightmare 

Hours pass by and he's still going at her 

At times she wakes up to his hands moving down her 

But she fights to open her eyes to see that sly look in his eyes 

For years this will happen but for years so won't tell 

That is u tio her savior comes by to help her reveal his tale

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