Her

She looked at his pitiful body
Lying chained to the floor
And simply smiled

She crouched next to him
And laughed as she
Carved a masterpiece
On his flesh

Rivulets of his blood
Flowed down his body
And he screamed for mercy

She stood up
And inspected him
Her heels clacking
While she walked

She was satisfied
With what she had reduced
A proud man to

She then left him alone
To his misery
Knowing that he will never be whole

And he spent the rest of his days
Hating himself
For the day he crossed
Her

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