this camera

the cameras eye digs into my flesh and skin and I let the pain soak in for there's this odd creeping feeling like I'm locked away in some strange mans basement after he had striped my cloths and tied me up gag in my mouth blood sweat tears and dirt stain my face eyes filled with fear but secretly I love it the torment and torture so much so that between my bound legs my juices began to drip from my flower petals like a nectar made out of fear and lust oh this camera that watches me