Pain shame fear restlessness torment
A conscience blown to bits by one trusted
And another, but a stranger that night,
For a few hours, just, lingering
Both gaining steam from expression,
Building over time, a disgust,
All considered, unhappiness, but,
It must include, judgment.
Early on, I pushed and prodded,
Coaxed and manipulated, like these
Masters of the art, then, reality.
Cruelty and slavery, sexuality,
If only it wasn’t too late for the show.
We requested a few moments alone
To discuss our options,
Any supplies needed, prejudices included.
A difficult position to be in,
I knew I’d be chosen, eventually,
He knows you will give a go ahead.
He knows you won’t report, or does he?