empty roomthis getting dark again a sunroof the only source of light nothing therenow only a blankness that is sort of uncanny and the body on the floor a dirt floor sweat drippingdropping mixing into a thick mud body so hot not just any body my body maybe itaches so sore don’t remember can’t remember the mud packing my skin in more head cyclicalaching still think hard there is somethingyesthere is something maybe my bodyviolated by one two three more men yes all of the bodies strong older than me but how oldis this body my body don’t remember don’t think it really matters but the corner of that roomwalls painted dark burgundy maybe no maybe just brown or maybe painted white or tan andonly low light it changes you see the way light hits the walls it doesn’t matter but the corner of the room an intersectionthree different angles somehowbut the house the room it wasstill standing it was a bedroom my bedroom the anglesa convalescence a meeting place a platform my voice calling out to the gods my gods those personal gods from moviestv pornographydesperate lonely disconnectedeyes my eyes were closed and a voicemy voice calling out please please meet at the intersectionright nowmy body wants yours all of yourall of your bodiesall at onceit is never enough cannot be enoughand then odd lights this time maybe glowing blue red the colors of three dee threedimensions maybe the fourth those intersecting angles my mind blown as the light swirledaround the bedroom a body on the bed my body light overcome the eyes were shut my eyes andno that’s not maybe my body was violated in a different way maybe this way is

justno think hardmy body nakedthe other bodies nakedtoo not so at first clothes stripped off there are other voices but they can’t be heard thereare shapes okay can’t see themare these voices these other nude bodies aggressiveor aggressive in the way one might desire when overcome with the lust that hits only nights nonot only nights only in brief stints it had been weeks since the last time it happened no maybemonths too tired of it by myself my own body not enough not compensation for twono no no no no it wasn’t even a bed room that my body belonged in it was somewhereelse not there by choice maybe was it choice it could have been depending on the mood perhaps but no don’t think so not a choice something elsethe internet probablythe fucking internetno not the fucking interneton the curvature of our world there is another world accessible high plane maybe thinkingit was written about it exists it does my gods were the proponents of this violation butaware of my body again it aches it pains my ass hurts too much at once every limb toosore overwhelmed but this room still dark too dark sweat mud roll around a bit maybe sleepeventually can’t too dark can’t feel where my body is lying can’t feelafter the lights they came all of them exactly how they should have exactly what neededto happen for me did it was exactprecisethese gods were present and my body it wasgiven to them it was given to them by my own decision my own volition my own violation itwas perfectbut now too sore no not thinking about now remember what maybeactually perpetually always could have did didn’t no did happenafter the lights they appeared my eyes closed too overwhelmedso just closedthe eyes and felt hands many hands some rougher than others felt my shoulders arms back

running fingers from the nape to the asshole one finger two finger three fingers and thensomething elseokayit is safe these are gods this is a different plane where everything is perfectkind of like a fantasy except a material fantasy maybe that means an imaginedevent imagination implies potentialitymore open endednesssomebody is insidenowno don’t think so up too late a little drunk internet anonymous website walked a couple blocks thought the room was empty at firstwasn’t of course notlaid on the bed started to fallasleep but then realized it was true the room wasn’t emptynot at all many bodies nakedlaughing there was a hint of aggression those bodies drunk too fucked upketamine something amyl nitritea dark hirsute arm shoves something up my nose inhaleinhale loosen up immediately laugh a little with them but then it startsone fingertwofingersthree fingersoh shitno fuck you what are you doingwear awhy it doesn’t matter fuck you don’t even know who you areit doesn’t matterit doesn’t matter and then pounding air tightecstasy ecstatic horror immanent first maybe don’treally rememberdon’t think that was it really no it was different swear to god my godsthey came they cameshut up you fucking faggotthis is what happens when you go outside