I thought it was over until the next guy came in and fucked me and then the next and the next. This went on until the last guy in the house fucked me.  Thankfully Dion was the only one who came in me. He warned the other guys beforehand that they could have sex with me without a condom, but they couldn’t cum inside me.  If they did and Dion found out, they would have to deal with the consequences.  So every time a guy was about to release, he pulled out his dick and sprayed his cum all over my naked body, not caring where it landed.  Some would stick their dick in my mouth and make me drink them dry, while others unsuccessfully tried to enter my ass but the way I was tied up made it too difficult of a task.

Once my punishment was over, I never felt so shitty in my life.  I couldn’t even stand on my own once I was untied.  I collapsed immediately not being able to carry my own weight and from the lightheadedness from not eating and drinking.  I passed out on the floor and awoke to a concerned Skye who was right by my side.  Apparently I had been out of it for a full day, with little to no response.

I took me a week to recover and get back to work.  The first days of work were terrible, I couldn’t help but cry.  I wanted to kill myself, slice my wrist open because I wanted to die so badly.  I hated my life so much that I didn’t feel a thing as I watched the blood flowing down my wrist.  I was more than ready to let go of this fucking life I was living.  But Skye found me and once again saved my life.  I hated her as I watched her stitch and bandage my wrist.  Why couldn’t she just let me die?  Why does she want me to be apart of this dreadful life we’re living? 

I yelled and screamed at her, calling her bitches and whores and she just sat there, crying with me.  I tried to remain mad but I couldn’t once she told me that there was a bigger purpose and meaning to what we’re experiencing and that’s why she saved me. I wasn’t mad at her anymore but I pitied her.  She sees this horrible life every single day and yet she still has hope that we’ll come out better after all of this pain.  Yeah, I pitied her naiveness.