Tie her down and strike her
once, twice, thrice.
The pain is not her own,
leave her defenseless.
She gave up her freedom
when she stepped through the door,
So quick she was to lie on the bed,
yet the situation, she misread.
She struggles and moans
through a washing of crimson tears,
Yet would her release be allowed,
she would not go, it is not her wish.
In life she had sinned
and sealed her fate,
For eternity she shall remain,
as for her, it is too late.