Worthless little girl,
Slumped against the wall,
Knees drawn in,
Trembling hands guarding her face,
Waiting for the strike,
The beating she knows she deserves.
Cruel insults thrown at her mercilessly,
She struggles to ignore.
She wants nothing more than to push him away;
To tell herself what he says is not true.
But he does not lie.
Every jab he shouts at her is truth.
She is disgusting, a freak.
A monster that must be punished.
And so she sits there, waiting,
The abuse may never end,
But she deserves every moment of it.

The End

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