He begs me to drop to his level,
to be marked by his beast.
By the way he holds me hand,
I'm encouraged to do so, at least.

"Baby, you're the best."
I hear him moan down to me.
I do not as much to respond to this.
How could I with a mouthful of sins?

His hands grabs fist fulls of my hair,
as if it were his own.
"Look up at me, girl!"
he forces my chin up to him.

I feel one single tear slide down my cheek.
He wiped it up with his thumb,
and flicked it away.
Just like he will do with me.

I brought my eyes back down,
and finished my job.
He threw me a wicked glance,
and turned to walk away.

'I'm degrading,' I thought.
"You're the best." I can hear him saying.