He was pitifully weak, yet he was brutally strong.
She couldn't get out of his grasp.
He ripped off her clothes, took off her dignity.
She was his, but he would never be hers.
She was pressed against his repulsive sweaty skin, yet her blood was freezing, even though her veins were on fire.
She shouts, screams and cries.
The man's humanity is dead, he cannot hear her.
Humanity is dead, mortals turn away their ears,
The Gods live no more, repulsed by the acts of their creation.
No one can hear her but herself.
His eyes are full of lust, pleasure, strength and cruelty.
She might have been caught off guard, but he had carefully planned this.
This was not just a ****** transgression,
It was the brutal bludgeoning of a soul.
She slowly loses even hope,
Only empty cries and flooding eyes exist.
The sun was never meant to shine like this.
Holy blood trickles down and mixes with impure sweat,
Each tear drop, each cry excites him more.
What sort of a man was he?
Naked, bound, gagged and tossed aside.
His brutal thrusts and ***** words have destroyed her soul.
How can such a man exist?
How can the Gods be so unjust?