Gone

Drip .

Drip.

Drip.

Awakened by the sound of water.

Rushing. 

Running. 

 Through my head.

I've awakened on a bed.

Tied.

A victim of my own damn games.

Unable to move.

Unable to meet my needs.

Resigned to beg.

A cackle to my side,

means I'm not alone.

In this

dark. 

bleak. 

dreary room. 

I am not alone.

I am owned.

Committed.

Taken.

Used.

"Save me!"

"Save you?

Save what?

Who's are you?

you're Mine.

you belong here.

Tied to My will. 

And My wants.

you have no needs.

you have My provisions. 

you have what I give.

you are helpless without

Me."

I begged for him to let me go.

I was 

trapped. 

taken.

gone.

A mere shell of the woman I once was. 

taken by the man who had robbed me of my life.

Kept me tied

down

In this room with the dribbling water.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Down the drain.

The End

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