The cold steel bars held her captive a captured anime girl.
A rough hand grabbed her chin forcing her to look up.
Her captor's shadow loomed large a cruel smile playing on his lips.
He broke her spirit piece by piece.
The cell became her world her tormentor its king.
He watched her every move a predatory gaze.
Her body was his to command a puppet on his strings.
He took what he wanted a brutal display of power.
She writhed beneath him a broken captive.
The prison became her personal hell.
Her cries echoed in the dark.
There was no escape no hope.
He left her bruised and battered.
But a flicker of defiance remained.
She would not be fully broken.
Her eyes held a secret strength.
She would endure.
The prison could not hold her forever.
Her spirit would find its freedom.
In her mind she was already free.
