A Damsel In Distress

Objection! My lord... Thank you My lord... An innocent vessel Bound and raped A blemish on her Destruction of a well kept F L O W E R My colleague interrogated Called it a pleasure A painful pleasure My lord What pleasure lies Amidst pains and extreme pains? What is there to enjoy? Why didn't scream? What a tool of quest To employ on a poor damsel? S C R E A M! The culprit hands dispensed Punches for her shoulders Her mouth dropped The idea of scream Surging and cutting inside Her thigh bleeds from within To the law she has come Her stretched hands to save And the grace of her blindness I rest my case My lord...