I'm pinned to the ground,
unable to move my arms or legs.
My eyes dart from side to side,
as he moves closer,
and blows his hot breath in my face.
It's sour,
and uninvited.
I should be afraid of his intentions,
but instead I'm disgusted.
Disgusted by his intent.
Revolted at his appearance.
Mortified that I can't kick the living shit out of him.
Some boys never learn.
Today is the day this punk ass bitch gets what he deserves.
I'll let him have his fun.
Give him the dog and pony show,
before breaking his dick off,
and feeding it to him.
Men underestimate the feminine mystique.
He just messed with the right girl.
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