No Sire
"No sire, I will not be your pawn."
"But you've said that for so long."
"No sire, you will never see me bow."
"Look at yourself, on your knees now."
"No sire, I will retain my rights."
"What do you want, some kind of future and sight?"
"No sire, you cannot take my soul."
"Really? You were so vibrant before this was told"
"No sire, I will remain sane."
"But to you, this was once a game."
"Sire, what is it you want from me?"
"I want your pain and suffering to feed me."
"No sire, I will not give this to you."
"Your helpless. What could you possibly do?"
"No sire, I dont want to fight. Im worthy for much more than this,
I would rather end my life."
"Your nothing but a blush, go on I dare you."
"I will Im no longer scared of you"
*The girl cut her throat, slaying the life she once had.
This only provoked, the sire with a good laugh.*
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
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