FRAGMENT ONE
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Screaming in pain, unheard to selective ears
Thrusting deeper inside, dark eyes shed tears
Grasping onto blonde hair, gentle fingertips
Clinging to confusion, many bites and nips
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Exiled in Eos, the Ugly Duckling
Suffocating hate, forever deemed nothing
Black like night, in a place of bright day
Day in and out, scheduled and replayed
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Gasping and pleading, grant release
Tightening pains, screams increase
Erection straining, tears dripping
Disobedience always equals whipping
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Eyes piercing, a thousand pins and needles
Dragged around on a leash, looking so feeble
Ugly Mongrel, the Pet of a Blondie
No one else will ever, ever want thee
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Crimson sheets, whips and chains
Fucked raw, only pain remains
Denied release, nothing escapes convulsing lips
Master proceeds, pushing forward tanned hips
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Humiliation and shame.
Again.
And.
Again.
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Abandon The Pride.
NO
Where to run.
NO
Where to hide.
Wouldn't it be better.
If the Pet just died?
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Isolation beyond hope, there is no where to go
Master doesn't understand why the Pet says no
Master leaves Pet alone all day
The Pet is lonely, but refuses to say
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Master returns, worn out and tired
Guilt stabs heart, do as required
In his gentle arms, Pet sleeps so tight
How can something so wrong, feel so right?