Are you frightened, Little Boy?
I hiss in his ear.
Watching with satisfaction
As he cringes with fear.
Are you frightened, Little Boy?

Do I scare you, Little Boy?
He cowers away,
But I tighten my grip,
Forcing him to stay.
Do I scare you, Little Boy?

Am I hurting you, Little Boy?
He whimpers in pain
As my nails bite into
His wrists like a chain.
Am I hurting you, Little Boy?

Are you crying, Little Boy?
Your tears fall hard and fast.
He knows they are forbidden
And he attempts to brushe them past.
Are you crying, Little Boy?

Do I care, Little Boy?
He looks pleadingly up at me,
A bruise standing out around his eye.
Desperate to be free.
I don’t care, Little Boy.