Thursday

My eyes dart open.

I look around.

Piss soaks into the carpet. My shirt is ripped in half across my body, my breasts spilling out. A broken mirror lies across the room.

My laptop is still open.

“Account suspended 24 hours. Sleeping prohibited on stream.”

I drag my hands over my restless face and let my head fall back to the floor.

I push myself up. “I'll brighten their fucking day, Billy.”

I throw open my closet and pull on a skirt that barely covers my ass, just long enough that I control what anyone sees. Then a bright pink top, tight across my breasts, riding just above my ribs.

I brush the tangles from my hair, making the platinum strands presentable again. I pull on my cowboy boots and head out the door. My phone still lies where I threw it in my rage.

I yank the door open. My neighbor is standing at his.

His eyes are full of fear, not hunger.

“You enjoy the shows?”

I slam my door behind me.

“Uhm, I’m-”

“You single?”

I grab him by the back of the neck and crush my mouth against his. My tongue pushes into his mouth, fighting for control.

He grabs my ass.

My brain sears. “When you act like a whore.” Lisa.

I grab his hand roughly. He flinches.

I guide it between my legs, letting his fingers push inside me.

I bite his lip. He pushes deeper. I taste blood.

He doesn't get my orgasm. Not this one.

I release him and walk away without a word, resuming my mission.

I get into my car and spot the envelope on the seat. “Great job, Abigail. Leave all your money in here, ” I mutter.

I open it. “What the fuck! Fifteen hundred dollars? What the hell is going on?” His words echo in my head: “I'd like for you to lighten their days up a bit.”

“What game am I playing? Fuck.”

I drive to the farm. I see Henry and Billy parting ways.

“Yeah, don't worry about it. I think she'll take it well. I know we all will appreciate it.” The last part comes out in a different tone, one that pricks my ears.

“You're a late slut.”

“Sorry, rough night. And don't call me a slut.” Why is that an afterthought?

“Doesn't matter, as long as the work gets done. Billy don't care. Cute outfit.”

I give a little twirl, letting the skirt ride up so he can see what he's after. “You like?”

Before I can turn all the way around, he's on me.

Right up against me, his hand sliding between my legs, finding my wet, throbbing cunt.

My eyes shut. My breath catches. “Don't touch me.”

It comes out as a whisper, barely a protest, a formality, a suggestion.

I grab his hand. I hold it there for a second longer.

Then it's gone.

As fast as it came.

“Fuck you, Henry, ” I whimper, eyes still closed.

“Time to work. We're going to the barn.”

I pull myself together.

My turn.

I walk ahead of him, exaggerating my steps so my skirt flips up.

“Hi, Abigail!” Robby jogs over. “Nice outfit. Afraid it'll get dirty?”

I give him a little twirl, keeping the skirt low this time. “This old thing? Nah, everything gets ruined eventually.”

I spot the wall of a man, chiseled from stone. Pouring feed into a horse's trough. I skip over.

“Hi, Trevor! Good to see you.” I go in for a hug.

My head meets a brick wall of stiff flesh. He holds out a hand. “I don't do hugs.” His voice is ice cold. If he wants to treat me like a child, I'll play the part.

I cross my arms, rest my head on my shoulder, and sway, batting my eyes. “Just one little hug.”

His head dips. I move in.

Does stone bend?

I wrap my arms around the hulking man, nuzzling into his chest. I press my body against his. I feel his cock twitch to life against me. I smile into his stomach, not from his warmth, but from the thrill of winning.

I linger past his comfort zone, then look up. “Good hug.” I give him a thumbs up and skip back to Henry, finishing with a hop that flashes anyone watching.

Trevor narrows his eyes.

Henry smirks.

Robby misses it.

“Take this shovel and wheelbarrow and go scoop up the horse shit and hay, princess.”

“Hey, that's better than ‘tits’.” I rest my head on my hands and smile.

He grabs my nipple.

“Fucking stop touching me, goddamn it!” I stomp off to the first pen and start scooping.

“So where you from, tits?”

That didn't last long.

“California.”

“Wow, your parents let you leave for Nebraska?” Robby asks, incredulous.

“The fire department doesn't really keep track of you once they hand you off.”

Trevor looks up. “Orphan?”

Information? No, he's not Henry.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Are your parents okay? Did something happen to them?”

Trevor and Henry shake their heads but don't stop him.

“They didn't want me, Robby.”

“Oh... oh shit. I'm sorry.”

“It's fine.” I dip my head and shuffle closer. “You wouldn't leave me, would you, Robby?”

“Uh, no... never.”

Trevor smirks. Henry starts cracking up.

I push the top of Robby's head. “Dork.”

“My turn. Do the brands hurt?”

“Like hell, ” Henry says. “You want one?”

“I don't do marks, ” I say proudly.

“How about this?” I watch Henry trace W-H-O-R-E in the dirt.

“Oh. I thought you were serious. Sorry I asked.”

“Can't you be nice, asshole?” Robby says.

“Fuck off, Romeo. What have you done for work?”

“Thanks for defending my honor, Robby.” I wrap my arm around his neck and lean back. “My hero.” I smile and peck his cheek.

“Now, rude ass, I do anything, really. But I've done a lot of modeling.”

“Oh, like runway?”

“No, like with her legs spread on a camera, dumbass. She's a whore.”

Trevor laughs. The knife sinks deep.

Rocks can't laugh. But he does.

“I told you not to call me a fucking whore, you piece of shit!” I shout across the barn. My stage.

Then, calmly: “No. I've done a lot of nude modeling for colleges.” I strike a pose with my shovel.

Henry is unmoved, eyes locked on me.

“Hey, you missed a spot.” He points his shovel at the corner of the pen.

When I turn, he runs the rough tip of the handle along my pussy.

I almost come right there from the shock.

I spin around. No one else saw, so I don't react.

“I have to piss, ” I huff.

Trevor and Robby look at me oddly. Henry smirks.

Trevor glances at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, we'll show you the bathroom in the shop. Break time, ” Henry says.

We head to the end of the barn.

“What's that?”

“The horse breeder, ” Robby says, a little too excited to finally be useful.

I give him a side glance. Henry grabs my hips.

“I'll show you how it works.”

“Henry. Touching.”

“Pretend you're a mare. Stand here.”

Click

Click

“Henry, what the fuck? Let me go!”

“Just relax. This'll be fun. Lay your tits down here.” He pats the bench.

I hesitate, then play along.

He walks behind me. “The horse walks up these steps.”

He's too close. Why am I still lying here?

“Then he throws his front legs over that bar.”

I look up.

“Then he lines himself up and drives it in.”

“When you act like a whore.” My brain splits. Lisa.

He shoves his fingers under my skirt.

No warmth.

Nothing sweet.

No more bark.

“HENRY! FUCKING STOP! NOW!”

“Fuck this. I got shit to do, ” Trevor says, walking off.

Is that a crack?

“Let me go. I have to piss, and I don't fucking like this.”

“Are you sure?” He rubs his wet fingers across my face.

“Let. Me. Go.” I challenge him. He holds the cards.

“Robby!” I cry out.

Henry smirks. He doesn't move.

“I'll save you, Tits.”

He lets go of my legs. I storm over to Robby. He won't meet my eyes.

My turn.

I stare at his stiff cock straining against his zipper. I grab it hard. “Real fucking nice, Robby.”

Rules

I used to have rules. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't take.

The game has changed.

Through my fury, I see Trevor lounging on the couch.

“Oh yeah, real fucking important shit, ” I snap.

He doesn't react.

I can break stone. I glare at him.

I turn into the bathroom and try to lock myself in.

“Why the fuck is this couch facing the toilet, Henry?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to add the door when I moved it to install your shower. Billy wanted you to have your own space.”

“So I'm supposed to piss in front of all of you? Fuck you.”

“Uhm, we should probably go...” Robby says.

“Yes. Please. Fucking. Leave.”

Robby and Trevor leave. Only Henry remains.

“You get out too.” I march up to him.

He grabs my throat, not hard, but firm. My knees go weak. I feel a trickle start down my leg before I stop it. I can't think.

He leans into my ear. “Why do you think Billy paid you fifteen hundred? You think he wants you shoveling shit and slinging hay?”

I try to laugh. I can't.

“Get on your knees, slut.”

“I told you, I'm not a slut.”

“Okay. Then tell Billy it was a mistake. Give the money back. Spend the rest of the day like everyone else. I'll even give you another shower.”

I look away, eyes stinging. “What do you want?”

“You to be worth fifteen hundred a day.”

I close my eyes. I don't know what to do.

“On your knees. Now.” He pulls my shirt off. I don't stop him, but I cover my breasts. Why now?

He slaps me, not hard, but enough.

I lower my arms. Lower my body. Not like this.

I reach up and slap him back. Hard.

He wipes his split lip. “Last chance.”

He'll bite.

I get on my knees.

I hate myself before I even hit the ground.

He pats my head. “Smart girl. Now be the whore Billy paid for.”

Too far.

I stand and backhand him. “I am not a-”

His hand covers my mouth and shoves me against the wall.

“You bitch!” He screams when I bite him.

SMACK

The backhand hits like thunder.

“I'm done. You win.”

“We're past that now.”

He drops his pants and straddles my face.

“Stick your fucking tongue out, whore.”

I obey.

He rubs his balls across my tongue, sweat and loose hair collecting. Then he drags his cock from shaft to tip over it.

“Open.” When I do, he shoves it in. My experience takes over. I can finish him.

I start to work him, expertly, from my vulnerable position. It feels good in my throat. Tight. Warm.

Pop

He pulls out. “That's not how this works.”

“But-”

He drives deep into my throat. His pubes brush my nose. He grabs the back of my head. I can't even control my body.

He fucks my mouth, using my throat like a sleeve. I gag. He feels the throb.

Pop. He pulls out.

“Fucking finish, or let me do it!” I scream, tears in my eyes.

He grabs my hair and drags me up.

“Fuck you. Use your words.”

“Stop telling me what to do!”

He drags me to a couch, bends me backward over the arm.

His hands find my throat.

“Harder, bitch.”

Too much. I know it immediately.

SMACK

“Fuck.”

His dick finds my throat again, deeper. He's feeling his own cock through my neck, pressing from the outside. My throat constricts. He's a plug. I'm choking. His balls slap my face. Please just finish.

I gag. I try every trick I know. Nothing works.

He feels it coming, my throat closing, pulsing. Then his cock spasms. The moment the salt hits the bile, it all comes up.

The burn fills my nose, splashes his balls, spills around his cock. Vomit covers my face as he pulls out.

“That face is worth fifteen hundred dollars.” He wipes his cock on my hair.

He spits in my face.

I steel myself. I meet his eyes, wipe the spit with my finger, and swallow it.

“Come with me.” He grabs my hair.

“I'll fucking walk.”

He rears back. I flinch.

“Fine. Dragging it is.”

He pulls me to a mirror.

“Look how pathetic you are.”

My eyes are red and swollen. Vomit streaks my face, drips from my nose, mats my hair. My face is flushed. I taste blood and cum. I look into his eyes in the mirror and slide my hand down to my pussy.

I look so hot. Fuck you, Henry.

I close my eyes and start rubbing my clit. DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. My brain screams.

He shoves my head into the mirror, yanks my hair back.

“Fuck. Fucking hurt me.”

I attack my clit, blind with fury. My mouth hangs open as I climb toward bliss. I start to shake.

“Hurt me, Henry!” I scream.

My hand.

He takes it.

My release.

I start crying. “Please, Henry. Not this. I gave you yours.”

He whispers, “You broke the rules.”

When Stones Break

I made the rules. It's my body. Billy changed the game.

“Hey, is everything okay in here?” The two men round the corner into the bathroom.

I see them in the mirror. Robby's eyes go wide with shock. Trevor's widen for a split second.

It's too much. I spin and head for the main room.

“Fuck this. I want nothing to do with this crazy shit, ” the brick wall says, walking out.

My ears ring. My head burns. Am I repulsive? Like trying to catch air. Nature and the unnatural. You can't tame what you can't touch. But I can touch.

“No. You fucking stay.” This is my stage. I stride to Trevor.

“I never got an answer. Are you a faggot?” I grab his cock.

“Doesn't feel like it, ” I say, breaking his rules.

Fucking crush me.

I see the veins tighten in his neck, his jaw clench, his fists ball.

I step back and survey the room.

“You want to treat me like a whore? Then come fuck me like one. I'm sick of it. Come fuck me, you bitch.”

I look into the bull's eyes.

Nature can be evil.

Nature can break.

I want to see what comes out.

I lie down on the couch, turning my back to him. “Robby, take your fucking cock out.”

“Uhm...”

“NOW!”

Flustered, he fumbles with his pants.

I free his cock and start to play.

The force of nature created to humble me moves toward my small frame.

Everything happens at once. I can't even enjoy my prize. Fucking Robby. I grab his meaty cock, plump head poking through my hand and guide it into my mouth.

I try to work him, but he's determined to hit the back of my throat. It almost makes me forget the spear I think is about to sink into my womb.

With the grace of an 80 mph semi, something inhuman tears through my virgin asshole. I can't beg. I can't plead. I don't do this.

No. That's not how this was supposed to work. “When you act like a whore.”

My vision blacks out. All sound fades. All I feel is the searing fire plunging into my colon. The thrusts are angry, frantic. His balls slap my wet pussy lips within moments.

My brain chooses flight. My body locks up. The cock in my mouth goes deeper with every thrust from behind. He's stolen my voice. I can't even beg.

The destruction of my delicate tunnel is felt in my bones. His thick veins rip against my tight ring. I dig my nails into the man in front of me, trying to push him out of my throat so I can stop this. At least let me try.

He grabs my head and pulls me in, smashing my nose against his groin. The sensory deprivation amplifies everything. I feel my tunnel lubricating, the thrusts getting slicker, but the razor sharp pains in my bowels race through me with every iron will. My punishment. Why did I push so hard? Why am I here?

The sweet taste of salt finally hits my tongue, signaling the end. I can't bite him. I don't want to hurt him. Is he innocent? Just following orders?

I push against his thighs and force him out of my mouth. He falls back. My head drops forward.

“Ahhhh... fahhhh... gahhh...”

Then the thrust behind me gets deeper, slower, stronger. I feel the monster pulse inside me. Every throb is agony in my ruined tunnel. Every inch of my torn wall feels his girth as he spurts what feels like gallons inside me. Finally, my reward.

Words won't come. Only gibberish. I scream as he climaxes. Then, like a knife, he pulls out.

“Please stay, ” I sob.

That's the worst part. Why won't he stay? Why doesn't he savor the warmth? I was used.

I collapse flat on the couch, rigid, sobbing. My voice returns. “Why did you hurt me?” I call out.

“Why didn't you let me beg for it to stop?” I ask Robby, crying, breaking. Trevor gets dressed. He and Henry leave.

I gather myself and leave the room. I hear Henry yelling at Trevor: “What the fuck, you can't ruin her!” I don't care.

I need air. To be free.

“Abigail, I'm so sorry, ” the puppy says.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Did you keep your dick in my mouth so he could finish raping me?”

“No.” His eyes well up.

“I made you cum. I gave you what you wanted. Then you took what I wanted.”

“I-”

“Are you about to fucking cry?”

“No, ” he says, choked.

“Great. I get raped, and now you're crying. Awesome.”

I soften. “Do you need a hug?”

He nods.

“Then go cuddle a fucking goat, you piece of shit.”

“Abigail, please.”

“Oh, sorry. Did you want a turn at my ass too? Here.” I bend over, spread myself, blood running down my legs, an angry red ring between my cheeks. “Come on. FUCKING RAPE ME, ROBBY.”

“Please stop.” He's openly sobbing.

“Oh, you just like to watch? Here comes Henry. He'll do it for you.”

“Stop, you crazy cunt.”

“Oh, big bad Henry's here to put me in my place.” I stand up.

“Going to hit me, big man?” I meet his eyes.

He grabs my face hard, leans in, and whispers: “If you say another word, I will tie you down and let every man and animal on this farm rape every one of your holes. Do you understand?”

I stare in horror at the darkness in his eyes.

“Nod if you understand.”

Slowly, I nod.

He shoves me back. I fall into a pile of horse shit and hay. It squelches between my thighs. Hay stabs into my broken hole. Wet shit fills my pussy. “You're a fucking mess, whore.”

“Woof.”

He walks away, pushing Robby ahead of him. They leave me.

I lie back, trying to compose myself. The adrenaline drains. Darkness takes me. I fall asleep in my own filth. I did this.

“Robby! God, Robby, finish me!” I reach between my legs and feel fur. My eyes snap open. A dog is licking my pussy. I kick it. “Fuck off, you dirty mutt.” It slinks away. “Yeah. Just like Robby.”

A light clicks off behind me.

“So you want Robby now?”

I look up. Henry's on his phone.

“What the fuck, Henry? You let a dog lick my cunt? Did you film it?”

“Yeah. Good content for your stream. ‘Farm Girl Goes Wild.’” He shows me my naked body on the site, my hundreds of exhibitionist streams. My desire on display.

“Nice shit.”

“I'M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU.”

“One thing I don't get. Why are your followers hidden? Ashamed no one wants a filthy whore? You've been at this since you were eighteen. Even had black hair. Emo phase? Embarrassed you're a failure?”

“Shut the fuck up, Henry.”

“A failed whore, getting eaten out by a dog.”

“I'm not a fucking whore.”

I stand, fire in my eyes. He doesn't touch me.

“We'll see.” He walks off.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I have to piss.”

“I'm not good enough now?” I whisper, then storm off.

I find Robby in the mule pen.

“What do you want, Abigail?”

“Oh, now you're mad at me?” I stand face to face. He won't look below my eyes. My naked body doesn't interest him.

“Please just get cleaned up.”

I lean in to kiss him. He pulls back. The pain shows on my face. Horror builds in my soul. I pound his chest. “You bastard!”

“STOP!”

“FUCK YOU!” I slap him.

SMACK.

His knuckles catch my cheek, twisting my torso. I rebound. “Yeah, Robby? Do it again.”

“Fuck off, Abigail.”

I push him. My tits bounce. My pussy leaks, mixing with the filth inside me. “Come on. Again.”

He strikes.

“Harder. Like you mean it, pussy.”

He slaps me. Again. Again.

“There you go. Fucking hit me.”

A hand of iron grabs his arm.

Boom.

My knees buckle. An orgasm threatens to tear through me.

“ENOUGH.” Trevor's voice booms. He towers over us. Henry walks over.

“Are you fucking stupid? We can't mark her up. Your rules, right?” Henry grins.

He brushes my bruised face. “We need her pristine.” His finger trails down my filthy body and flicks my throbbing clit.

“Except here.”

He grabs my ass, traces a line across my cheek.

“W-H-O-R-E.” He smiles.

I say nothing.

“Go get clean. Go to Billy. Go home.”

I look at Robby, hard as a rock. “Real nice, Robby.” I walk off on weak legs, stumbling every few steps.

My Marks

No tattoos. No scars. No blemishes. My sculpture.

Warm water hits my skin. I wash the filth away.

I start to look pristine again.

I step out and check my reflection. Even the rawness in my hole is fading.

“Not even a badge of honor, ” I mutter.

“Like it never happened!” I slam my hand on the sink and scream.

I scan the tiny room. I see the plunger. The girth is nothing like the log that broke me, but its bite is enough. Yes.

The rough wood bites into my delicate flesh. Pain rips through me. Euphoria takes over. I plunge hard and fast, leaving the handle red and sticky. I'm almost there.

I hear footsteps. “Fuck.” I pull the bloodied wood out, wash it and myself off. The frustration lingers. I put the plunger back and finish my shower.

A hushed voice: “Not fifty-fifty. I'm supplying the girl. You're tech support. Twenty-five percent, and you get her before the animals.” Silence. “Fucking nerds, ” he mutters.

I walk out, drying my hair, pretending I heard nothing.

“Hey, you missed a spot.” He pokes between my folds. “Still wet.”

“Stop touching me.”

“There it is. See you tomorrow.”

I dress and walk out to Billy and his wife.

“Well, ain't you a pretty thing. Hope the boys ain't treating you too rough. You look like you just got off a horse.”

“Yeah, I might have to talk to him. First week. You probably ain't used to it.”

“Right. Yeah. It's been rough. But it's the job.”

I take the envelope.

“Billy, you still handing out cash like it's a birthday. Get that bank sorted.”

“Well, Mary, maybe don't talk to those dust people on the phone.”

“Anyway, sweetie, we'll have direct deposit Monday. Sorry about the mix up. Henry said he'd tell you.”

“Yeah. He did. Thanks.”

I walk off. I check my car. No Henry.

I get in and open the envelope. Fifteen clean hundreds.

I drive off. “Fuck you, Robby.” My cheek stings. “Fuck you, Trevor.” My ass throbs. “Fuck you, Henry.” My pussy leaks, soaking my crotch. “Pristine. FUCK YOU, HENRY.” I hit ninety on the straightaway. I tear through town and pull into my lot. I climb the stairs. No eyes. I open my apartment door and freeze. “FUCK!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The neighbor opens his door, panicked.

“Is every-”

“My apartment. NOW.”

I pull him inside and slam the door. He reaches for my face, leaning in for a kiss. I slap his hand away.

“Do what I say.”

His cock bulges in his shorts.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Seconds later, he's naked. Unremarkable body. Except his cock. Throbbing. Hard. Fat.

“Look at that log.”

“Uhm... do you like it?”

He moves to cover it.

“It'll do.”

I drop to my knees and lick the head.

“Uhm... you're not gonna... charge me, are you?”

I freeze. I bow my head.

“Are you stupid? Why would you say that?”

I stand to hit him. “You can't just hit people when you're acting like a whore.” Lisa.

“I'm not a whore, ” I whisper. I drop my pants and bend over the table.

“Just fuck me.”

“NOW.”

He fumbles, aims for my pussy.

“Fuck my ass.”

“Really? I've never... it looks sore.”

“Spit on it and shove it in.”

He aims. Misses. The spit hits the floor.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Sorry.”

He finally wets his cock and shoves into my swollen hole.

“Fuck. Harder, bitch.”

He draws back and thrusts. His head is too big.

“Fuck me like a man.”

One last thrust. He buries his head in me. My eyes shoot open.

“Ahhh. Fuck. Harder.”

Two thrusts. He grips my sides and pulses.

“Did you just cum?”

“God, yes. You were so good.”

I stand, yanking him out. Cum drips onto the floor.

“You pathetic worm. Jesus.”

I get on my knees, ass in the air.

“Put something in my ass. Now.”

“Uhm...”

“Fingers. Now.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

He rubs my ring gently.

“SHOVE THEM IN.”

He jams three fingers in and rocks them.

“Ah, fuck.”

I shake. I cry.

“You okay?”

“HARDER.”

He thrusts hard, knuckles punching my hole.

“Ah, god. More.”

Blood covers his fingers. Tears hit the floor.

“I'm done. I can't.”

I sit up, grab his wrist, and yank it free. I lick his bloody fingers clean. I push him to the floor and straddle him.

“You're going to fist both my holes until I pass out.”

“I can't. That's insane.”

“You can. You will. Or I call the cops and tell them you watched me from your window, waited, then forced your way in and raped my bloody ass. I'll squat over a cup and give them your cum as evidence.”

His eyes go wide.

“Nod if you understand.”

He nods.

“Follow me.”

I grab a bottle from my drawer. “Water based lube. Use it if you want. Just get your fists in me.”

He coats his fist.

“Ready?”

“YES.”

He rears back and punches my asshole. I fall forward.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“I did what you said.”

I compose myself and present again.

“Make a duckbill with your fingers. Press. Plunge.”

I show him.

“Oh. That makes sense.”

His fingers break my hole. I relax. Then my eyes shoot open.

“FUCK. GO HARD.”

He thrusts in and out, blood on his hand. Up to his wrist. Slow and steady. I'm panting, shaking.

“Don't stop.”

I don't know if it feels good or hurts. My body is shorting out.

“Faster. Harder.”

“You sure?”

I glare at him. He thrusts deeper, following the curve of my bowels.

“Twist your hand.”

He does. Ecstasy. Oh god. It's here.

I feel it in my core.

“SHOVE IT IN MY PUSSY.”

Before I can blink, his fist is in my cunt. So much lust. I need this.

“Harder. Fuck me HARDER.”

He fucks both holes, knuckles threatening my cervix. My eyes roll back.

“DON'T STOP. HARDER.”

He drives in as deep as he can. I convulse and fall.

He stops.

“Don't take them out. I'm still conscious. Finish. Then leave.”

“Fucking crazy bitch.”

He starts again. Wild. Withdraws completely and punches back in.

He alternates, never leaving me empty. He keeps going until everything goes dark. My legs give out. Everything fades.