I am in your control, in your command.
Trying to open these locked doors you hide me in.
I'm scared, alone and sore.
I take in your slaps like I'm your prisoner,
take in your screams like I'm the entertainment.
You spit at me like I'm dirt, tie me up like its funny.
My body wants to escape, but my mind is telling me not to.
I know you’ll get angry if I do.
It’ll trigger your urge to **** and have me suffer endlessly.
I can’t risk that; can I?
I open my eyes, finding myself in the corner of this empty room.
Four white walls, two doors, and a cold floor.
I see your shadow coming closer to the door in front of me.
Hearing you take out your keys, you turn the doorknob.
I am your prisoner.