Neglect

It was unclear whether my eyes were open or closed.

My sense of time had disappeared long ago.

The only thing proving I was still all right was the steady breathing of the other person beside me.

In Kaelan’s arms.

Amid the confusion over my own identity last night, I had spent the night held in these warm, repulsive arms.

My entire body was throbbing.

The wound on my thigh felt as though it were burning, and the piercings in my nipples felt like they were being jabbed with iron skewers.

The two plugs lodged deep inside me asserted their presence with a heavy foreign sensation, while semen filled and flowed from my sex between them.

My body, wet with Kaelan’s semen, sweat, and things that might have been blood, was horribly disgusting, but I had neither the strength nor the will to turn over.

‘Who am I?’...