At night were different people

Hes a demon Prince

I'm his weak prey

His little sex toy

And what do I do?

I behave

The rush of the movements

His cold body against my warm body

His abs against me.

I scream out in sweet song

I feel my soul becomes his meal

His hot breath against my neck

He marks me

Marks me always

I am his

I will obey his commands all night

I will please his wishes

The more his movements go on

I'm no longer sad

I'm reminded that my body has use