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Author Name: FreeJame Richardson 1 Comments
Date Added: August 05, 2009 12:08:42 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Victim of Stolen Innocence
16 YEARS OF AGE WAS SHE,
SHE LEFT THE PARTY ALL BY HERSELF.
HER FRIENDS ASKED IF SHE WOULD LIKE A RIDE,
HER ANSWER WAS NO, SHE'D WALK.
LITTLE DID SHE KNOW WHAT WAS AWAITING HER.
 
WALKING DOWN THE LONELY STREET,
SHE DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS BEING FOLLOWED.
THEN SHE TURNED ONTO AN EVEN MOR DESOLATE,
DARKER STREET.
SHE CUT THROUGH A SMALL BACK WAY,
THAT WAS WHEN SHE WAS ATTACKED,
IT HAPPENED FROM BEHIND HER,
SHE WAS TACKLED TO THE GROUND.
SHE SQUIRMED AND TRIED TO GET AWAY,
BUT TO NO AVAIL,
HE WAS MUCH TOO STRONG,
HE HELD HER TO THE GROUND WITH EASE.
 
UNFORTUNATELY FOR HER,
SHE HAD CHOSEN TO WEAR A SKIRT THAT NIGHT.
HE PULLED IT DOWN ALONG WITHE UNDERWEAR,
STILL SHE CONTINUED TO STRUGGLE,
SHE SCREAMED OUT LOUD,
BUT NO ONE WAS LISTENING.
HE SLAPPED HER ACROSS HER FACE,
HER LIP SPLIT,
HIS BREATHING WAS RAGGED.
 
HE UNBUTTONED HIS OWN JEANS
AND UNZIPPED HIS FLY,
THEN HE PULLED THEM DOWN.
HE HELD HER WRISTS,
IN ONE OF HIS HANDS,
HIS GRIP WAS TIGHT, BRUISING HER,
TEARS FILLED HER EYES,
BUT STILL SHE STRUGGLED.
IT WAS OF NO USE.
 
HE PLUNGED HIMSELF INTO HER,
AGAIN AND AGAIN,
GETTING HIS OWN PLEASURE,
WHILE SHE WHIMPERED IN PAIN.
ONCE FINISHED,
HE GOT UP AND PULLED HIS PANTS BACK ON.
AND THEN CALMLY WALKED AWAY,
LIKE NOTHING HAD HAPPENED.
 
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Comment By: FreeMegan on December 28, 2010 01:38:27 PM Report
This actually makes bile rise in my throat. Whether story is true or not, I don't know, but it was powerful and disgusting all at the same time.




 


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