"Little slut" "Princess" "Baby girl"

NinjaGirl

Body body that's all they wanted They wanted her body to use her

Even only through photos all they wanted to see her body didn’t care about her

Begged her made her she listened obeyed them Submissive she was a people-pleaser

She was so depressed she needed their compliments to feel good to feel wanted

She needed a purpose a use so to make people happy was her only goal

She was pleased by the complements to feel wanted but deep down she knew she was being used

She didn’t mind it though to make people happy or at least their perception of it

Body they loved her body skinny hour-glass figure big eyes pretty face

She would take any photo for them they were full of greed and lust

She was lost wasn’t sure what she was doing only listening to their commands

Trauma caused her to not understand love she was broken at a young age

Their praises and admiration made her feel good about herself which she had never felt before

But then - someone held a photo threatened to post it if she were not to comply with their demands

Panicked she didn’t want to ruin her life never thought about a future until now

She showed panic and he saw it she had an anxiety attack and didn’t know what to do, Helpless

He asked for her passwords which she gave anything to maybe escape certain dread

He was a minor too, 17 nothing she could do even the pedos weren’t this cruel

All she wanted was to feel loved something she had never truly felt

All she got was used.

  • Author: NinjaGirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2023 11:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Once something is on the internet, there is no guarantee it is removed. Be careful.
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
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  • jarcher54

    Well this story is beautifully told and I for one hope to never forget it. It brought tears to my eyes.

  • John Lee

    It's lonely to never truly be known or understood. A heart longing for love but too precious to share. Too many heart abusers out there.



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