At twenty years old, she ended up, in a really dreadful place
Her identity fake, but nevertheless, everyone knew her face
A costume in gold, tight as her skin, meant to lift a man’s eye
But no matter the pain, she never gave in, and they never saw her cry
An accident came, that opened her eyes, to an option she never saw
But no one had seen, for amongst all the men, their glance was diverted in awe
As one of those crooks, one filthy and old, was unintentionally killed
Our young heroine, would soon come to see, that she was blissfully skilled
The power to slay, had come to her mind, and suddenly had to burst
For she never knew, no never had thought, that she could possess that thirst
But after that time, that innocent first, she had to keep up her game
Since no one would miss, those awful bad men, there was no need for blame
She set up a chamber, a cave of fair ache, to savor the joy of distress
She’d lure the men, to follow her down, in hope of a thrilling caress
But instead of embrace, she tied them all up, and showed them a beautiful knife
As she cut pieces off, limb by soft limb, she finally took pleasure in life
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