The cost of pleasure


Eyes that were once dreamy,
Are now as dull as a rainy night.
Replaying the dreaded incident,
And are full of fright.

"What was my fault?"
She kept asking herself.
Even though her clothes covered every inch of her body,
Somehow were not enough to save her innocence.

Thoughts about fighting back,
Were nowhere in her mind.
Now she understood Caesar's pain,
But alas, she had to live with the stain.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead,
But the muffled cries never reached anyone's ears.
Her hopes of a happy life,
Now, were the cost of someone else's pleasure.

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