The Game

He touched her and it felt wrong,

But he said it's a game and because she didn't know better she went along.

Young and naive, oh how stupid she was,

He told her she should do whatever he wants or it'd be her loss.

And she believed him because she'd been taught to do so,

Listen to her elders and just follow.

Oh yes, she hesitated, she was scared,

But that jerk told her, if she didn't do whatever he said,

A huge sword will cut her into two,

Because that's what happens to those who break the game's rule.

Her little imagination filled colors into his story,

Until she was sure that if she told anyone, she'd be sorry.

He made her believe that it's just a game and she's having fun,

But she'd be dead if she told anyone.

How was she to know that it shouldn't be done?

His touch was creepy, his touch was bad,

She hated it when he told her to sit in his lap.

She just didn't realise that she was the board,

On which he played his stupid game and yes, he scored.