Abused in the Change Room

In the mall, a stranger followed me close,
Watching, waiting with eyes like ghosts.
From store to store, he never strayed,
His presence a shadow that wouldn't fade.

I continue to shop and grab
some cute clothes to go try on.
As I am going into the changing booth,
He grabs me and drag me into one with him

A bump, a grope, a hand where it shouldn't be,
I was frozen in fear, too afraid to flee.
Under my shirt, his fingers roamed,
Pinching my nipples, I felt so alone.

slams me against the wall, pulls my skirt up
and finds my panty is already drenched.
He lean down and whisper "You want this don't you,
you little slut. Why else would you be wet."

Bruises forming, panties ripped away,
His fingers inside, I couldn't push him away.
I moaned despite my desperate plea,
For him to stop, to set me free.

He thrust into me with force and might,
My body trembling in the harsh light.
A gag in my mouth, promises of pain,
As he claimed me, his twisted gain.

Breeding me, leaving me broken and alone,
In a pool of our sin, my spirit overthrown.
A picture taken, a threat given,
"I'll see you next time," his words driven.

A rape toy, a helpless soul,
Left in the dressing room, no longer whole.
I lay there, a victim of his lust,
In the mall, my innocence turned to dust.