He moaned loudly, and finally, with a shudder, he finished
. He left me there, lying in my own filth and pain, the door slamming shut behind him. Every detail could be vital later. The third man approached. A kind-looking woman got out, her face etched with concern. When he reached my buttocks, he spread my ass cheeks with a callousness that made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. The cycle of feeding, touching, and being left to suffer continued, each iteration a fresh assault on my dignity and humanity. My body was weak and sore, but I tried to stay alert, noting every detail of my surroundings as best as I could, hoping to remember anything that might help me later. “There,” he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. I wiped my mouth and moved on to the ninth. My mind was numb, my body ached, but there was a glimmer of hope. The second man was no different. The pain was unbearable, but I had no choice but to endure it.
