Tattered, torn, used, worn.

Exhausted, yet somehow reborn.

Taken to heaven, pulled through hell.

Collared servitude, freedom dispelled. 

You’re a good girl, come good on request.

Slave to your master, doing your best.

For which he has gratitude in kind.

So long as he has control o’er your mind.

Your body now belongs to him, his.

His own lil slave, his very own lil miss.

via Daily Prompt: Torn