A tall blurry shape standing in front of herÂ
holding her up as she was stumbling down
She thanked him for his helpÂ
Were his intentions pure?Â
No, they were as dirty as swamp water
His goal that night?
 To make her his.Â
She was weakÂ
She could barely speak
She couldn't get herself to say the words;
"Where are you taking me?"
Or "put me down."
That night she was dragged into a dungeon of lies and lost hope.Â
Where others' souls had been stripped from their bodies before her own.Â