Girl on Film
******** clad.
Fiery eyes.
Ruby lips.
Is she real?
She’s dancing now.
Is it real?
There’s someone else.
Hands on her waist.
Teeth in her flesh.
She’s smiling.
She’s not.
She’s frowning.
She’s pushing back.
He’s pushing forward.
The panic’s setting in.
Someone else.
Something shiny.
Something sharp.
She’s resisting.
He’s restraining.
Camera’s shaking.
She screams.
A squelch.
Another scream.
More squelches.
Crying.
Red in between them.
Sobs.
Whimpers.
Silence.
He lets go.
She drops.
They leave.
Why is the camera still rolling?
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
Girl on Film
******** clad.
Fiery eyes.
Ruby lips.
Is she real?
She’s dancing now.
Is it real?
There’s someone else.
Hands on her waist.
Teeth in her flesh.
She’s smiling.
She’s not.
She’s frowning.
She’s pushing back.
He’s pushing forward.
The panic’s setting in.
Someone else.
Something shiny.
Something sharp.
She’s resisting.
He’s restraining.
Camera’s shaking.
She screams.
A squelch.
Another scream.
More squelches.
Crying.
Red in between them.
Sobs.
Whimpers.
Silence.
He lets go.
She drops.
They leave.
Why is the camera still rolling?
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