She walked him down the pathway not knowing full well That in the beautiful dollhouse, was the monsters lair of hell Their screams and pleas would not be heard No help would be near The days and nights that followed would be so full pain and fear Terrified and silenced They learned to run away Out would come the strong ones, The ones who would dearly pay They took the pain and torture, the way it should be They did it all in silence so the the others could be free They watched from above, not to far away How the strong ones protected them from horror and pain that day They will never forget the horror or the pain their body felt.. They will never forget the whipping sound or the cracking of the belt Their anger is of rage, deep inside full of pain  They know the horror of the monsters will return  again, again and again...