The Doll Is Made Of Porcelain (18+ only please)

I stand all day, looking at a doll on the mantelpiece,
My thoughts are racing, and I just want some peace,
I want to move around, but this contraption is holding me,
I am all tied up, and locked in a pillory.

I wonder what my parents, are doing today,
Probably looking for me, same as yesterday,
I wonder after college, what job would I get,
Only three years in, training to be a vet.

I hear the door close, he has entered the room,
I know what's going to happen next, and it's going to be soon,
He creeps up to me, hardly making a sound,
He rubs himself against me, as he pulls my pants down.

He will lube himself up, because that is a must,
He will force himself inside me, with a great thrust,
He will have his way with me, and finish with cum,
Then he will leave me, now that his job is done.

I am an emotional wreck, and I pee on the floor,
He punched me in the ribs, and called me a hore,
He unlocks me from the pillory, and ties me face down in bed,
"You are worthless, they won't find you" is what he just said.

I am sleeping and dreaming, I'll escape from this place,
But all I want to do is die now, and that might be the case,
I wake up and feel, my vagina getting touched,
As he pumps me like a wild man, my backside gets clutched.

I feel like I am not here, out of my body looking back,
Just a worthless bit of meat, some boobs and a crack,
I've been down here for so long, I've lost track of time,
My body was my temple, and it should only be mine.

Today, when I wake up, not the pillory for me,
Instead closer to the mantelpiece, and the doll clearer i see,
He ties me up standing starfish, that is where I am at,
The doll is made of porcelain, I never knew that.

He looks at me as if, he is in charge of me now,
"You are getting hurt today", he says with a scowl,
He gets the whips and chains, and beats me half to death,
I know it'a a matter of time, before I take my last breath.

Goodbye mom and dad, I love you so much,
I will miss our good times, and your loving tender touch,
You cannot make me better, no matter what you do,
Apparently I have lived my life, and now I am though.