He grabbed me by my slender neck; I could not even scream. He dragged me to a dingy room, where we could not be seen.
He stripped me of my flimsy wrap and gazed upon my form. I was cold, damp and scared while he was sweaty and warm.
He pressed his feverish lips to mine; I could not make him stop. He drained me of my very self, taking every drop.
He made me what I am today. That's why you see me here. An empty bottle thrown away, that once was full of beer.