Knife

The cold metal against her throat.
Weighing weather or not the pains worth her life.
With every thrust the metal did  press to remind the girl that he was the best.
Did she test him?

No...

Never these nights,
The rape was scary enough but now he has a knife.
On days she deserved it the blade would there rest,
Pressed against her jugular until his penis needed a rest.

Then the blade would travel to her mangled purse.
There a frequent visitor he then would immerse.
Her shrill, her cry would waken his member,
And again his the metal would slumber.

Enough torture, enough pain finally,
Into her the man did came.