Tenderly Asphyxiated

You were the garden serpent
Your words seemed kind and fervent
Yet no sooner did I enter
Did my nightmare start to render

Though some hope may have remained
My trust in you had waned.
Rules replaced the trust
And you bound me to your lust

From the start I did predict:
You would coil and constrict.
All your focus on me concentrated;
I was tenderly asphyxiated.

And the tighter you did squeeze
Did little more than ease
Any remorse I might have felt
When the final blow I dealt.