O abducter,

I have danced to the beats you play for so long,

and I am tired.

My legs are bruised from running from these walls,

but every time I find a way out,

you catch me.

Is there really an escape from you,

or do you enjoy watching me suffer?

Just when I think I might finally see daylight,

you drag me back into these walls.

Why have you made me your victim?

I hate your face.

That face that wears a smile

as though my suffering is some private joke

you never grow tired of.

I hate you,yet I have learnt to dance to your tunes

because perhaps, if I dance well enough,

you will release me.

So I beg you, let me go.

How long will you continue to assault me?

My mind has gone blank.

It remembers nothing anymore,

except your hands,

your brutality,

and that disgusting smile

you wore while breaking every pieces of me.

My sight has grown blurry

from the constant beating.

You have beaten me to pulp already. What more is there to loose?

My body has become the place

where you come to settle your cruelty.

How much longer

am I supposed to dance

with this starved, trembling body?

I beg you, let me taste that bitter-sweet metal of blood again.

Maybe then I will remember

what it feels like to feel something

that belongs to me.

I thought you heard my cries the last time.

I thought when you finally let me go,

you had understood.

But I got back to my room

and there you were. That same smug smile.

I changed the locks.

Who let you in?

How did you get inside?

Or have I simply become so accustomed to your cruelty

that I no longer recognise the face of danger

until it is standing over me?

Now I am back here.

Back in your hideout, behind these walls.

And you are playing the drums again

Waiting for me to dance.

But I am tired of dancing.

So tell me, abducter,

when will your music finally stop?

When will you open the door

and let me walk into the daylight

without dragging me back?

When will you stop calling my suffering a dance?

Because I have nothing left to give you.

I am tired.……

Do not find this piece a betrayal, for I never pledged my loyalty to you.

Writer’s block, let me go.