Softly, she sleeps. Lying on the linoleum floor, lost in her near lifelessness. Soon, she is sezied by a man nearly twice her size. He strangles her neck and slams his hand into her stomach, she screams. He delights. Her screams twist into sounds she didn't know she could make, keeping time with the beat of his fist in her belly. He lays her down on the floor, and she returns to her lifelessness, to be silent and lost again and again, to only speak when beaten and choked. Such is the fate of my ancient nineteen hundred vintage Martin.

((So it's a little morbid...))