She lay there, the room spinning.
She had lost control, there was no winning.
In the smoky room, she could not see faces.
Where she's at or where she's been, she couldn't remember places.
Her pants were gone, her panties were ripped.
Her knee was bruised, she must have slipped.
Suddenly, she saw movement behind the smoky clouds.
Standing before her, there were two me who were aroused.
She couldn't move, she couldn't scream.
This can't be real life, this must be a dream.
They took her head and buried it in the couch cushion.
They entered her, taking turns slamming and pushing.
Soon they had finished , their seed spilling out of her.
She still couldn't move, everything was still a blur.
They hurriedly dressed her, seemingly in panic.
They smiled at her, it was almost Satanic.
Suddenly she was in her bed, not a trace of the previous scene.
She placed her hand between her legs, she was moist, what did this mean?
Did she have a very realistic dream, or was she abused?
It didn't matter, she spread her legs waiting to again be used.
