Do you like my poem? Mystery Man

It was all a rush.
My love struck like an arrow.
I fell in love.

Not knowing it was a trap.
I was wishing for freedom.
Scared that he might not love me.
But hoping for love…

Too soon I was all alone in the darkroom.
Scared and with no way out.
Fearing that the mystery man might be back.
For when the mystery man came back.
The pain was sure to come.
Fear stabbed my gut.
For I could hear my enslaver slowly step by step coming closer.

My heart was on fire.
As my enslaver stripped me down into nothing.
I felt his skin on my body.
So hairy and strong.

I knew as his lips went up and down.
Tracing my body.
If I ran he would kill me.

But soon I would escape.
I would think of a plan.
But for now, I'm praying for help.
Is good enough, so please send help.
I will wait for you.