It's my party and ill cry if I want to

We're at a party down in the dank ugly cellar. He pushes my face hard into the stone wall and cuts my upper lip. He calls me a slut, drops me to the floor and locks my arm behind my back. I squeal that I'm not going to escape, why would I run away? He raps a length of dank old chain around my throat and pulls it. He puts his foot down on the back of neck and I can smell the polish on his shoe. He's talking to me. I can barely hear what he's saying but I know it's cruel. I'm covered in dust and dirt. He drags me around and makes me crawl on the stone floor, my knees start to cut and bleed underneath my tight. I was dressed so nicely, my makeup was perfect. Now I'm a bemused wreck of snivelling worthless flesh. Now im happy.