Contentment Without Consent.

Right there in that dark corner,
All alone he sat,
With a glass in his hands,
That was the same spot he sat when I came in,
He rarely smiled even when tickled but tonight,
It was different,
It was this night that I saw his face glitter,
Silently eyeing my every move,
I couldn't tell his motives from his smile,
After all its was his first that I was seeing.

For just a dance my presence had graced the nightclub,
Non-alcoholic life I had always led but then today,
A strong urge pushed me to a sip and there he was,
Taking the glass from his hands is the last thing I remember before,
I was woken up by this sharp pain between my legs,
I couldn't move, he was on top riding.

How and when we got there was a mystery,
Why he was on top of me I couldn't tell,
All I knew was he was raping me in an awkwardly deserted place,
I tried to move my head but felt heavier than the world,
I couldn't murmur leave alone screaming,
In resistance I had to watch the animal make merry as he smiled,
I wish I could draw a line between us,
Instead, helpless, only tears would draw lines in my face,
I didn't consent to give him contentment.