i begged

walking, on paths unknown.
right there you were,
in a group of three,
waiting.

as I passed,
I walked by your words,
this night,
a night i’d never forget.

you asked me so politely,
if you could press my boobs,
an appetite you wished for,
for your mind was a mess,
and i was your muse.

my cleavage in the open,
with six eyes staring,
on a road so lonely.

shivers ran down,
and so did your eyes,
as you grabbed my ass,
while i tried to slap,
oh but in vain.

i started walking away,
ou followed,
i told you not to,
you still did.

with a leap,
you grabbed my hand,
i shouted, you smiled.
surrounded I lay,
looking for an opening,
or was it you?

i tried to slap,
i tried to kick,
i cried for help,
while you smiled.

you slapped me,
times so many,
i lied now bleeding,
wishing i was dead.

i was dragged by my hair,
while i begged for mercy
but you didn’t, care.

smiling,
Iiwas taken,
to places so dark,
i wish i would have chosen,
a path much better.

thrown on the ground,
i lay their crying,
while you discussed,
for who’d be the first.

i tried to crawl away,
only to be brought back,
while you punched me,
only to slap me again,
And again,
And again,
And again.

i was asked,
to behave,
for you told me,
then you’d leave.

i obeyed,
for i hoped my innocence,
would not be in vain.

my lips bruised,
my eyes swollen,
your hand imprinted,
on my cheeks,
once so fair.

i was strangled,
for your amusement,
not once, but thrice,
for your friends,
joined the lead.

i begged you,
not to touch me,
you still did,
to places,
i kept hidden,
until now.

my hands held,
legs shivered,
while i witnessed my kurta being ripped,
slowly,
strand by strand.

you stared in awe,
while your hands felt every inch,
slowly.

you pressed gently,
as I moaned,
wishing i’d die,
before you’d reach,
down.

i begged you not to.
your lips on mine,
with your consent, not mine.

i begged you not to.

oh you son of a bitch,
you went down,
bit me in places,
so fragile,
by people so many,
marks engraved,
only to never fade.

i begged you not to.

you slowly removed,
my pyjama,
while your lips caressed,
my things, still shivering,
only to make you smile.

i begged you not to.

hands so many,
touched everywhere.

i still begged you not to.

i closed my eyes,
for my flower,
now lied in the open,
oh how you touched,
when i begged you not to.

oh how you caressed it,
when i begged you,
not to.

please oh please, don’t.
please.

you went in me,
i cried, in pain

i begged you to stop.

you went in harder,

i begged you to stop.

harder,

i begged you to stop.

and harder.

blood came running out.
you smiled,
and asked me politely,
“are you okay?”

your friends,
stopped caressing,
for now there were bored,
only to switch positions,
while i begged them,
to let me go.

you smiled.

i begged them to stop,
while they slapped me,
i begged them to stop,
as their hands strolled around.
i begged them to stop,
while they kissed me.
i begged them,
to stop.

and oh you stopped,
for you had no heart,
while i had no beat,
anymore.

i smiled.

Srijan.

this is rather horrifying. but it happens.
i burnt my hand, while cooking. also i had to clean my dishes and also sweep the house, because well, someone decided to go for a leave. the cleaning lady. rough day. nvm.