Sydney

She ran her slender fingers
against the wall, feeling the moisture.
She does not cry, she does not smile,
she does not feel emotions at all.
She just sits there in the dark
hidden from society.

Once about 7 years ago
she lived an ordinary life,
with ordinary stresses.
But she wore her smile proudly
and flaunted her trim body.
In this world her name was Sydney.
She had a family and 2 children,
a husband and a lavish home.

But a fire took them away,
and left her by herself with nowhere
to go.
Her heart was turned to stone,
for her one true love had left her
in this life.
So she went about her day
her smile never placed the same way.

2 years ago she met a man,
5 years had passed and she finally
thought about moving on now.
So she left herself feel the warmth
of a mans embrace once more.
The soft kisses that were laid upon her
body made her remember how
much love felt good.

They married, and she moved
into his house far away from the city.
But soon things turned ugly, and
everything went sour.
Sydney was called slave, and her name
was stripped from her.
She was thrown in a room, cold, dark, and wet.

He kept her locked away,
so nobody could ever find her leaving her
scraps so that she could stay alive and
feed is own sexual hunger.
She wasn't alone though, he had other
victims thrown about the room.
4 other women, 4 other wive's.

She runs her slender fingers
against the wall, feeling the moisture,
feeling the walls that imprison her.
Feeling the pain throb from the wetness,
the cries and agony.
Sydney waits for the courage that she
feels has slipped away,
and she is nothing more than
a faceless, nameless, sex slave.