A/N: This is nothing but utter crap. Unless you are extremely bored don't read it. I wrote this piece of crap when I was depressed.
As I lay.
I lay broken bleeding on the floor.
They have done it again, They have no respect for my body or me, I am nothing but a toy to them, they ravage me, hurt me, rape me. They trash me, beat me, and laugh at me. I feel like dying, but that is a feeling I will never know, I am a vampire. They gag me, molest me, and scar me in more ways than one.
I wish to die, but that is a wish that will never come true. I am already dead.
I have no choice but to lay back and allow these men to do as they please. They are stronger than me, I know that, resisting will only hurt me more. I watch as each of them make my life hell. They laugh and jest at my expense. Prodding and sodomizing, they humiliate me and I cry. They laugh when I do. I have been touched by so many and not in a good way. I have been forced to do things that will make my mother turn in her grave, if she saw me now, there would be no doubt in my mind that she would cry. I was her little girl, now I am their little fuck toy, here only to serve as carnal pleasure. I scream and beg, the tears rolling down my face.
They touch me, kiss me, and move wherever they please on my body. Not caring whether or not I want this, and I don't. They don't see me as having feelings. These are vampires, they hurt, they rape and they feed. They have no regards for anyone else. Their ungodly hands roam the length of me, primarily my legs, a blessing and a curse. I was so beautiful once.
They penetrate me, once again no regards. They don't care how sore my body is or how much I bleed. They only care to see how much I cry the harder they fuck. The more I cry the more they laugh and the harder they thrust, breaking my already damaged form. I lay and take it with no resistance, yet they still hold my arms down, always at least 5 men around. I hear they sell tickets to watch my rape.
They yell obscenities at me. To them I am nothing but a whore, trash and a slut. I am amusement. They tell me what they tell me I am. Bitch. Hooker. Harlot. Wench. Hussy. I always assumed that those kinds of women consented to sex. I never did.
I dare not speak back, if I do they beat me, slamming their strong fists against my face and torso. One word said and the rape turns into a beating. They have no qualms about cutting me to taste my 'innocent blood.' I cry and they lick the salt tears from my face. My eyes are bruised, when I scream in pain, they hit them, this is why I wear glasses. Make-up covers me physically but it will never cover my hurt and damaged spirit. I can never be free. I am consumed by everything that is evil.
It doesn't matter what I do, they laugh. I cry they laugh. I scream they laugh. I twist and turn, they laugh. I whimper they laugh. I kick, they spread my legs and hold them down and laugh. I try to cover myself they hold my arms down and laugh.
Everyday it's similar. It doesn't matter if I am in my room or not. They will drag me and throw me onto my bed. They tear through my clothes until I am completely naked. Then one of them straddles me, pushing between my legs while another holds my arms down and my legs apart. This is when I start to cry. I hear the others jesting and jeering. I beg for them to stop. That's when they start to hit me, pushing their tongues over my body. It's always the same. In the end I end up on the floor. The captain staring at me deftly, he has never once taken part in such disgrace.
He stares at me and walks away.
As I lay broken, bleeding on the floor.