Inferno

She was unaware and accidentally sniffed the chloroform,

Fainted and fell into the hands of a concupiscent man.

He took her to the terra firma of an unfamiliar land,

She woke up and dilated her pupils in a trance state.

An uncertain aura of fear chilled her to the marrow, 

She asked in an alarmed voice:- Where is this place?

The lecher replied:- Where do you think you would be?

I brought you to the right place, he said with a lustful smirk.

He added:- We'll have a good time in a lascivious tone,

She ululated hard and begged multiple times for his mercy.

To her consternation, she was trampled like grit in the sand,

Her clothes were being stripped off by this ferocious creature.

She lies writhing on the ground wailing in anguish,

With her body being touched and turned around.

So abhorrent is that sight that can blind her senses,

So she neither wants nor dares open her eyes.

Shrieking her lungs out at the top of her voice for help,

She tried beating her hands and feet in the air in vain.

To shove this bestial and odious monster away,

But her sensations were numbed and paralysed.

Lying transfixed and inanimate in the cacodemon's arms,

Shedding tears at the severity of her heart-rending fate.

Chains of sorrow shackling blood vessels of her heart,

Deep-seated is the repugnance pervading her every breath.

The pain is intense enough to throttle the core of her psyche,

Yet better it would have been if that was the end of her agony. 

But Obviously No, There was more salt to add to her injury!

She was ensnared in the conflagration of netherland.

Inflicted with wounds and bruises all over the flesh,

Burning her vitality down and blazing her every body part.

Immolating the existence of her poor and lifeless being,

She did her damnedest to put up a fight with her destiny.

Making every last-ditch attempt to survive the firestorm,

Striving to escape the flares of hell-fire and make out alive.

But being bullwhipped repeatedly to exhaustion and torpor,

Made her to lie down poignantly in the recumbent form.

Thus, she chose to concede defeat to sleep her way to death,

And end her tribulations in the dreams of her peaceful retreat.