Analysis of the rape game

The monster was never under my bed,
He was actually behind me holding onto my head,
Grabbing my hair,
I just stayed there all I could I do was stare.
I did say no so how is that fair.
He wouldn’t stop asking till I said yes.
And I guess that’s my fault.
The yes came out as a ‘sure’.
Then came the locked door.
Trapped I was.
It didn’t feel right it hurt.
It felt the worst I kind of feel burnt.
Stop slipped out my mouth.
I really wanted to shout.
he said he wasn’t finished.
I felt diminished.
terrified I threw on my shirt.
And the shorts that were at my ankles
And walked.
How unfair I thought.
I went through that with no support and the heaviest feeling of remorse.