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1d
She lay there
On the bed
She looked like a corpse
Battered and bruised
Yet again

He sat down beside her
And into her face
He said she was his
And this is the case

He strangled her softly
As she lay there
Unconscious
He planned to **** her
If she didn’t submit

He wasn’t going to share her
In this world or the next
But did he really care?
He’s a ****** I swear!
Inspired by a recent friends horrific abuse!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
Written by
Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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