Vile Defloration - Depravity

An innocent soul.

A creature of pure beauty

She stood there vulnerable and alone

Delicate in nature, a target a prey

Her fragrance so powerful

In the still of the night

Her naiveté has gotten the best of her

She’s being watched and fucking stalked

His intentions are sordid

Abhorrent and reprehensible

Peeking through the veil of the shadows

He pursues his prey, this rush of power

Fills him with pent up excitement

What he wouldn’t give for just one taste

She’s intoxicated in her short dress and heels

Flirtatious in nature, the dialogue misconstrued

The promise of more rose inside him

As he contemplates

Rape fills his mind, High priest of Depravity

A quiet rage brews, she will be his

Her body, her mind

Pursued through the darkened corridors

Of his fouled consciousness

Her anxiety rapidly rising

Heart palpitating faster

Fear for her safety has escalated

A blackened callous heart

A creature of vile design

He stands there perfectly dead inside

Void of all humane emotions

He picks up the pace

Hot on her tail as she flees

The hunt is arousing

He wants her on her hands and knees

Hand grabs her silky hair

Her scent a blessing from the gods

He shoves her to the step, his bulge it throbs

Hands trailing up her thigh as he pins her down

There is only one thing on his perverted mind

He wants to deflower

And rape her of her virginity

Depraved stalker, calculated with purpose

Cold are his efforts

It’s happened more than once

Continually molested in her perpetual hell

Her soft underwear, familiar as when he wore it

A sick and twisted fuck

Clinically insane as he chokes her out

Consciousness shall fade

She struggles to scream out «Fuck you Daddy!»