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Oct 2014
The Devil's face was on your shoulders.

I ran for the door when you showed your face

only you beat me to the place I could escape.

You said, "now that you've seen me I can't let you go

you are here for tonight and forever more.

You are my prisoner."

A night of fun ahead turned out to be a gun to my head.

I told him to go ahead and put me out of my misery.

He ripped off my clothes and had his way with me.

Even though it took six years

I used what he had taught me against him

and I escaped to a much better fate.
Written by
Bonnie Gail Carter
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