He's sucked her dry–
Emptied her out like a pumpkin, spoonful by spoonful.
She scintillates in diamonds tonight–
Divine light captured and cut into rings and pendants.
With creamy rouge, she carves a smile
And draws a line over her eyelids with black kohl paint, adding triangles to the outer corners.
She smoothes her hands down her silk chemise, pinching at the laced ends
She's not wearing panties tonight. He's got no time to waste.
She treads on the crimson carpet, making her way to her father's room
She knocked on the door three times before she heard him answer
She saunters beyond the open door and greets her father
He was lying naked on his lavish bed
His hawk eyes meet her hollow amber irises
She flashes a jagged smile and crawls into bed with him
She's done this so many times before
The process is almost nauseating
She stills as he climbs on top of her
Taking off her chemise with one stroke
She is on full display, naked just for him
She lets him enter her, spreading her legs wide open
Every response from her is mindless, automatic
As if someone carved a hole into her head and let the brains spill out
He dug his fingers into her hips, leaving purple-blue bruises
But she feels no pain or sorrow, her flesh too thick and hard for anything to pass-through
He thrusts like a madman, growling and grunting like a beast
She lies limp, staring up at the gold ceiling with her long hair fanning out around her
She forces a moan out of her, hoping to satiate her father's pride
He wraps a fist around her neck and squeezes
It was always a game: undress her, fuck her, then send her away
Rip out all the unnecessary parts–her heart, her soul, her intestines
Give her the gift of fire as a replacement
Light her up as if she was alive
The flicker of the flames will do as her heartbeat
Illuminating through the holes of her eye sockets and her gaping smile
He cums in her and pulls himself out
He turns away from her, catching his breath
"You may leave," he says
She slides her chemise back on and cleans the mess between her legs with a tissue
She glides through the door and shuts it behind her
It aches between her thighs as she walks back to her room
She hopes that one day he'll kill her
She is barely human; her hands are stained with blood
She prays that one day the fire inside will go out
And her flesh will rot away
She sinks into her comforters and closes her eyes
She doesn't think she'll sleep this time
She doesn't know where he keeps her guts
Perhaps in a glass jar, hidden away in a box
She has learned to live with the emptiness–
The vacancy in her ribcage
But in the end, she imagines her skin and bones collapsing down on her
And her broken body decomposing under the sun
Her death won't be a pleasant one; she's got too many sins to pay for
She'll be transported into a realm of fire, where heavy hands dig their nails into your soul
If it means she'll feel alive, screaming and begging for mercy
She'll take it