Sister-in-law

It seems like only moments tick by and you wake up, ripe pain searing at your wrists, neck, and ankles. Through the haze of your drugged mind, you hear wet squelching and hundreds of moaning and screaming women, their hot mouths silencing them as they replace their hands with their lips. The shockwaves of bliss shatter your thoughts and seem to melt away the last bits of fear in your blood. A familiar tick-tack noise reaches your conscious, and a sense of dread fills you as you realize you’re naked with something approaching you that you can’t see. You no longer remember why you were here, or even your name anymore, the actions of these no faced people tearing the very fabric of your person into shreds. It’s mere presence radiates lust and rage, and you feel the dip between your legs, of something hovering just above your abused and tender tip.