she had untied him and now, it was her turn to be shouted at, to be put down.
he didn't hit her, he didn't even threaten her.
he only had his barbarous way with her. he did things to her that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
and left her there to wither;
for he was a ravager.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
