Loss & Blood

When I had woken up in a strange room full of women, I assumed things couldn’t get worse, but now that I am waking up in a room full of strange ‘men,’ it is clear how wrong I had been. They lock me away and throw away the key, intent on using me as a pawn, an object for bartering, and worse, a human blow-up doll with no will of my own.

The sadistic bastards hover and lurk in every corner, watching and recording my every move, until he shows me mercy. When the opportunity arises, I grab hold of the kindness and burrow myself in its comforting embrace, but I fell for these tricks once before and look where it got me; trapped, again, with dicks chomping at the bit to get a taste of all my delectable goodness.

I don’t know where I’ll end up or whose arms I will be in, but I do know one thing: they are in for one hell of a fight because I plan to bite back… or maybe the bright spot in my life will be extinguished and my zest for life along with it.