An act of joy
Inside her is her first boy


Slightly twisting the neck
A sapphire-coloured sharp stone for marking the throat
Slicing three mocking cuts of pain


At first she thought they were adorable
She kissed them back with passion and love

But those are vile beasts that feast on beauties
Far from being normal boys


Violent sexual behaviour
No pulling out before ejaculation
No stopping after###ming

Is she really thirteen?
Surrounding her for sodomizing


They piss into your ##&*%$
On her !@$% they will feed
So delicious and sweet

Lick and kiss your little arse
Limestone caves darkened by the odour of filth and decay


Sunk in the dank air
Played with her underdeveloped breasts,
Until they became tender and weak

She must be thirteen

Her teats now swollen and hurting

What a !@^% she has been
After a large amount of sucking


Nipples carved out
A vampirish pack of three
Breastfeeding the hobbits with warm blood

The unwashed hands grabbing her tight twat

They prefer it rotten


They did slit her throat
A clean cut through

Coughing on her own blood
She will die so young


Let her die a woman's death
Wind-blasted rock formations with grey-brown walls
Devoid of colour

A brooding look and feel

Trapped and scared

Her bladder leaking and hurting
The spawn of the damned
A wind blew into the cold cave, chilling


She is no longer warm and wet
Long periods of starvation ahead

They will wait until their mistress is dead

She is depressed and dying

Help her!
Trapped and scared
Indeed

Rape is the cruellest death