POETRY ||Alice's [rating: M]

This is a part of my Extension 2 English piece. Set in Ancient Persia.

Her skin
The pure white
Like bolts of virginal cloth
The man tasted the air
With a hunger that only she could satisfy

Her wide eyes roamed his hard body
Her mother had told of these things
He would be satisfied
Then leave
Nothing to fear

He moved forward
Breathing became ragged
Jagged, rips of air flew to his lungs
Eyes filled with a fiery passion, lust
They pierced her, hurt her
Like needles through her white skin
But still she did not move

He touched her arm
She did not flinch
He caressed her face
She did not shy
He kissed her lips that drew forth discontentment

She began to form words
“No. I. This. Please.”

A forced injection
Plunged through the throat, devouring the words
Cut though like a slashed throat
And she fell silent
A slave to her master’s whim