The story is inspired by the song Das Letzte Streichholz by Oomph!.

This is not a nice subject, and at times may be disturbing. Read at your own risk.

She hides from her father, afraid for her life,
Huddled under her bed, she waits for his wife,
Maybe this time she'll talk him down, make him go away,
But sometimes she likes it, like morbid foreplay.

She's been beaten and bruised since she came to their home,
She's blankly walked through the days, lost and alone,
'There must be a way out,' she thought as she cried,
'But if I tell anyone, I sign up to die.'

The man stalked through the house, searching each room,
Poor Lumen stayed hidden, and stared at the moon,
The light was so lovely, it seemed a strong source of hope,
'Maybe it could lead me, at least help me cope.'

The footsteps grew louder, they started to hiss,
She picked up her favorite doll and gave it a kiss,
As the ******* kicked in the door, she held her doll close,
'I'm done with this place,' she thought as she rose.

Tears staining her face, her eyes glowing red,
She slowly bent over her neatly made bed,
He reached for her blouse and took it off slow,
"I hope you enjoy it, just **** me and go."

She whimpered as he moved her hand to his leg,
And screamed when he told her to grab it and beg,
A wide, wicked smile made her sore stomach churn,
'I'll take him to Hell, I'll be glad that he burns.'

He came and he went and left her depressed,
She winced as she cleaned and bandaged her chest,
His teeth had gone through and drawn crimson blood,
'I swear that sick **** will hit the floor with a thud.'

She sat on her bed and tried to just think,
It didn't come easy, but she started to sink,
She fell deeper and deeper into the sorest of sleeps,
'At least I'm free through the wonder of dreams.'

She woke in the morning to the snap of a lock,
She curled in the corner and started to rock,
His wife came inside and asked how it went,
"How can you do this, you sickening *****?"

Her hand came down hard and bruised her shoulder,
"Listen you ingrate, you'll be glad when you're older,
"He'll show you the ropes, make sure that you're ready,
"You'll be there in no time, you have to ride steady."

His wife left the room with a sinful laugh,
Every word that she says will earn a new match,
It was this day that Lumen would break,
'I've had it, I'm ready, my life is at stake.'

She quietly moved to the end of the hall,
She heard his wife yell, this should be a good stall,
She took the last match from her father's secret place,
'This is ending today, I hope Hell has space.'

She struck the match and gasped at the flame,
Happy, she ends the the growing, numb pain,
The house went up quickly, they were trapped in the fire,
'Finally, I'm free to live and aspire.'