Underground Zone.

 
Sitting
Watching 
Intrigued voyeur
Offered a look 
Into their world.
 
The ash falls from her cigarette
Hardly noticed
As a waiting mouth
Opens wide
Rejoicing inside
At being chosen.
 
Laughter cascades  
As inanimate objects
With beating hearts
Wait
Just to be used.
 
Accepting their humiliation
Without question
Rejoicing 
As heels grind 
Collars choke
And the smell of latex 
Fills the air.
 
I step out of my comfort zone
Careful where to tread
Viewed 
As fresh meat.
Eyes watching
Twinkling 
As imaginations race
And lips are licked. 
 
They can almost taste my blood.
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