She ran through the deep woods, as fast as she could,
She will have to reach the border, she certainly should.
They’ve removed all her clothes, stripped her stark naked,
Still by God’s kind grace she has managed to escape.
She looked back at the distance, they were hot on her heels,
She ran even faster now, as she could feel the chills.
The moonlight showed the path ahead, for that she was grateful,
As she continued running naked, young and beautiful.
She was accused of sorcery, her trial had already begun,
Often they seemed to torment her, just for pleasure or fun.
She is a witch, was what they wanted her to confess,
As they tortured her naked body in many devious ways.
Till one guard had pity on her, and helped her escape,
He pointed the path through the jungle to the border state.
If only she could cross the line she would be safe,
She’ll avoid the torture, she’ll avoid the rapes.
She needed to run faster, the soldiers were closing in,
Her breasts were bouncing heavily, she was panting and gasping.
The only consolation was that the woods were getting thinner,
At the wood’s end she was told, lied the state border.
She ran as fast as she could, and broke out of the woods,
But alas, the barbed wire fence blocked her path for good.
She tried to scrape through, but it only made her bleed,
As the soldiers caught up with her, and captured the convict.
There were four of them in all, each carried a whip,
And as they started thrashing her, she began to weep.
And in between the thrashings, they would enter her,
And move their organs to and fro with a passionate fervor.
Her sobs turned to loud cries, the pain began to build,
She was raped by each in turn, as they made her yield.
Then they put a rope to her neck, the horseman held the leash,
All her hopes of freedom were now virtually finished.
The horseman kicked his horse as it started with a neigh,
She was running naked again, only the other way.
Her breasts were bouncing heavily, she was panting and gasping,
As she tried as best she could, to match the horse’s trotting.
Soon they’ll be back at the gates of the dungeon,
Only to resume once again, her agonising inquisition.
Stripped of all modesty, dignity and shame,
The poor girl will experience only humiliation and pain.