Sam Raping Maria

Maria gave a blood chilling scream of salty tears a hiccup of blood and sweat a labored breath barely breathing upon pieces of torn clothing of blue, white, yellow, and red as red as blood as red as rage as red as a rose in the garden of war with guns from M16 to 14 to baby armalite to infant to .45 with bullets of gold that shine from the heart to pierce the dreadful laughter from the salivating mouth of Sam whose greedy fingers greedily clutching the smooth, now bruised hips of Maria defiling her mounds pinching her nipples to agonizing red again red in her eyes in her heart her red heart aflame boiling to the boiling point but Sam keeps her on chains colored chains with animated designs with faces of Paris Hilton, Usher, Shakira, Fernando Poe, and Gloria. Sam feeds Maria scraps a day just to keep her barely alive for him to push in and out, in and out, in and out of Maria and plunder again the juices of her cunt until the pain grows numb and everyday, every hour, every minute, every second a never ending nightmare Maria got used to, Maira got used to, to dull the pain so the pain will go away...Maria close your eyes while i take and take and take and take...Maria close your eyes. For Sam will slap her, whip her if she whimpers of freedom...freedom, freedom, freedom a distant sound out of reach from the closed hand...of Maria. Sated Sam laughs out loud at the poor Maria in shambles and crumbles in tears in pain and in shame matted with sweat and blood of blood colored red, bloody red...in her cunt it is red, in her mind it is red, in her heart it is red, in her feverish soul it is red and red would her wrists be when she would manage to untangle the chains and red would be the day that Maria opens her eyes and red would be the land where she would wage her war and red would be the blood of Sam as Maria will enlist all the Marias in a war against imperialists.