How many of them had there been? Ten, twelve, fifteen? Lisa couldn’t remember. She was half-awake and half-dead. She knew where she was though, it was her own bathroom. She coughed. It came up white – a mix of semen from at least half a dozen men.
Her body was aching all over. Not one part of her could rest. Whoever the guy that had tied her up was, he definitely knew what he was doing. Neither of her legs could quite relax. Her right was being held just above the ground and she couldn’t get her left foot on the floor. Her body was filling with lactic acid. It was on fire.
Her arms had been bound tightly behind her too. She didn’t know quite how long she had been in the room. But it was getting light now. It was getting dark earlier. With the light she could see herself more clearly. Her entire body was covered in a glossy white sheen. Now she remembered.
She’d been telling all of her friends that she had slept with their boyfriends. Some of them were pissed about it, their girlfriends left them because they thought they’d been cheating on them with the town whore. She’d only ever slept with one guy. That was before last night.

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