Tonight is The Night.

That is what he has told me.
He said that I have been good.
He is thinking about letting me up the stairs.
For a bath.
He wants to clean me.
Cleanse me.
Dress me.
I am frightened.
Why is no one helping me?
This is my third plea for help.
Is it because of my disability?
How could it be?
You can’t see it.
He can.
Please reach out and take my hand.
I am begging here.
Why?
Why is no one helping me?
Do you want him to hurt me?
What will happen later?

Tonight is The Night.

Is there anybody out there?

Can you hear me?
Someone acknowledge me.
Please.
I was informed this morning that I am allowed on this poetry site.
I don’t even like poetry.
It bores me.
I have to do as he says.
He told me that if I attempt to escape he will **** me.
I believe him.
He has the bluest eyes that I have ever seen.
Help me.
I am struggling to retain my faculties.
Subjects become blurred.
I must focus.
Stay on this.
The alternative is frightening.
He smiles at me all the time.
It makes me sick.
I smile back.
Can you help me?

Is there anybody out there?

Please help me.

I have been secured in his basement.
It is dark and musty.
Rats everywhere.
I am frightened.
Seven days and nights have passed.
I am alone.
The fragrance of death permeates the air.
Can you help me, please?
I do not know what his intentions are?
At the moment he is being kind.
How long will that last?
Yesterday, he attempted to teach me about Greek Philosophy.
He is patient.
He teaches well.
I do not want to be here.
How do I go about escaping?
Does he intend to **** me?
Why me?
I am just a normal person.
My name is Eve.

Please help me.