Hands on throat, ripping hair-

Resist, he’ll fuck you harder-

Lay still.

He wants to hear your pain-

His pleasure is your suffering-

Don’t scream.

Aching, stinging, throbbing-

The writhing pain will dull-

Lay still.

Monsters smell your fear-

Blood will dry eventually-

No tears.

A sigh, a turn, a twitch-

The slightest move might stir him-

Lay still.

Vicious if awoken-

Never wake a sleeping beast-

Don’t move.

Quiet, soft and low-

You can hear his breathing-

Lay still.