The hands of Time grip my wrists, holding me in place. I struggle to break free but Distrust paralyses me with a jolt of electricity, glaring as he does so.
My lips are dry and cracked from lack of sustenance. My shoulders ache as Time tugs my arms even tighter behind my back.
It’s the second time today this has happened. I’m too weak to fight as I await their arrival.
The rhythmic sound of footsteps begins to lull me. The calm before the storm.
The door swings open but I don’t jump fright like before. This time I know exactly what’s going to happen.
Hate steps into the room and comes at me. The brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen focus on me in an almost affectionate gaze. Moving closer, he clenches his fist and aims it at my stomach.
I double over on impact and groan in response. Kicks and fists hug my flesh in a too tight embrace.
I lay on the floor and take it.
Then I hear her laugh.
I pray that Hate will continue to beat me, punish me into oblivion before she can get her hands on me.
But that doesn’t happen.
Love comes at me, looking as innocent as can be.
In seconds my clothes are off and she’s raping me. Fucking me until I’m praying Death will show some mercy.
But that doesn’t happen.
mystified-soul 
Hmmm, this is an interesting concept/metaphor (a bit dark but every poet has that in them). The way you described everything made it easy to visualize. Nice work.