The blood flowed from her wounds
As she was dragged by a chain through the woods.
She tried to resist, but his hatred was strong.
The more she fought, the greater his wrath.
She tried to remember the love from her youth.
Would he find her in this wilderness?
But as years passed she forgot to hope
And gave in to his lust.
He must have abandoned her
To the malice of her captor.
All that she longs for is death.
Misery is all what