Don’t try to play the heroine.
Too late for that now.
Just obey.

Strip off your clothes.
Hold out your wrists
for shackling.

Don’t cry,
‘The bleating of the kid
excites the tiger’.

Best not to look at them,
or at their instruments.
Keep your eyes lowered.

They’ll question you of course.
If you can answer truthfully,
then do.

Confess.
Name all your friends.
Betray your boyfriend,
mum and dad.

Forget
brave resolutions, loyalty,
even love.

Whatever you do,
don’t lie.
There won’t be much
they don’t already know:
they’ll catch you out,
and punish you –
and I mean punish!

Then they’ll begin again
at question one.
So, when they ask you
questions that you can’t answer,
or your replies
don’t satisfy them –
be sure, they won’t! –
stay quiet.

You’ll know what’s coming next:
They’ll torture you.

I won’t say how:
only
they seem to know
just what you fear so much
you cannot even bear
to think of it …

Don’t fight –
you’ll only make it worse:
just let the pain flow through you,
conquer you.

Scream!
Scream all you want.
No-one will hear you.
Nobody knows you’re here –
except your Torturers.

Let your whole body writhe and hurl,
tug at the chains,
clutch at them, grip
till your nails bleed –

Better still, bite!
(If you’re a good girl,
they might let you have
your filthy pants
to chew on!)

It won’t be long
before they’ll scarcely need to touch
your quivering skin
to start you squealing.

Your body’s
your worst enemy,
the pain
you’ll mostly cause yourself.

Quickly you’ll learn
the victim’s role.

And, little whore,
you know
they won’t just question you:
these men want more –
and it won’t just be rape!

So – I can hear them coming now –
make yourself ready,
flick back your hair –
that’s nice!

Last sip of water
as they unlock the door …

She’s all yours, boys!