MONALI ROY

A woman walks alone, at night, Her heart filled with fear, a chilling sight. Shadows dance, around her feet, A sense of danger, a haunting threat.

She quickens her pace, her eyes scan the street, For any sign, of someone she'll meet. But in the darkness, a figure lurks, His intentions hidden, his gaze works.

He follows her steps, with silent tread, His mind consumed, by thoughts of dread. A surge of power, a twisted thrill, To dominate, to cause her to spill.

He pounces on her, with brute force, Her screams muffled, a desperate source. He pins her down, with iron grip, Her body trembling, her spirit slips.

He tears at her clothes, with savage might, Her body exposed, to his evil sight. He enters her forcefully, without care, Her pain unbearable, beyond repair.

She fights back weakly, with fading breath, But his strength overpowers, her impending death. He rapes her repeatedly, with twisted glee, Her body ravaged, her soul set free.

When he is finished, he leaves her there, A broken shell, beyond despair. She lies motionless, her lifeblood seeps, As darkness descends, and nature weeps.