Eyes were sore, rough, and dry,
Yearning for love, eager to cry.
Lips like palm, red and warm,
Runny nose, desert's storm.
Caged and baked, chains of steel,
Craving for touch, too hard to feel.
Soaked in heat, wet and cold,
Hair a mess, chapter unsold.
Pick and trick, all was clear,
Once locked in, you'd know fear.
A twist of plot, a story changed,
Not just a prey—a hunter deranged.