They had sex last night. They tried to resist, but they’re losing the fight. No love, no intimacy, or ounce of affection. They’re all lined up whilst he makes his selection. No getting to know them, just one sided pleasure. He turns up, makes demands and then leaves at his leisure. No form of protection from disease or their pride. Just them and a stranger, all rights pushed aside. He goes for a kiss with his hand on her cheek, she asks him to stop but he won’t let her speak. His hand moves down, theres no stopping now. Her body tenses, her stomach wrenches. She begins to struggle and in turn his fist clenches. And that’s just the start. there’s a pain in her hearts. Her fate is sealed. He’s secret concealed and won’t be revealed. If the secret comes out, she goes from victim to criminal who puts it about.