the devils whore

It was twilight hour
The neon sign from the street
Pulsated between scarlet and black
The sounds from the city
Fading to a hush
But in this room
Your prison
The whimpering continued
But not for long
For you will never see the dawn
Sure I promised not to hurt you
But you know I lied
The phone call just said
Send me daddies little girl
You just a harlot dressed as a child
Smiling money on the table sweetie
But you have a broader smile now
My blade saw to that
How many daddies have you deceived?
I wonder
Including your own
What would he say now?
To his little girl
If he new she was a slut
I will not soil myself with you
Merely cut out your heart
Your begging pleads wasted
Yes of course I know
You said you will do anything for me
You the great deceiver
The devils whore
Well go and meet your master