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The knife is at her throat She’s too afraid to scream He whispers hatred And anger In her ears He beats her when she cries He whips her with his words Every laugh like a knife through Her heart. She thought she knew him But she was wrong. He forces himself on her As she cries and screams He loves the fear in her eyes Her pleading only excites him more As soon as it started It’s over The pain is overwhelming He laughs as she sobs She’s ashamed And blames only herself He walks out of the door And she curls into her sheets Crying and wishing she were dead And Gone.