Laying there, helpless, holding on to those virgin thoughts by a string. 

That innocence she once knew was snatched away like her dignity. 

That sacred vessel was now contaminated with stains of a tainted monster. 

Leaving only a broken heart behind..

It shaped it's dirty lips into a smirk of the devil.

What would possess a creature to perform such acts? 

Sinful thoughts and a corrupted soul.

This can't be life. 

Nothing left but a drop of hope, praying this was all a dream. 

Reality was defected. 

Only for a scarce moment yet feeling like the span of one's lifetime. 

Forever, that foul image would dwell in her thoughts as an eternal nightmare. 

Wake up..