Rhyming story Stories

No words she has spoken, Holding to her last hope to be woken. No sight, wrapped by blindfold, What the future will have to behold. She hears a sound by the door, Another man to treat her like his whore. One scream, a sharp blade through the wood, She thought this was her end for good. She hears a voice so full of pride, She tries to find a corner to hide. The door creaks open, Not a word has been spoken. Footsteps move a...