Germany (Corruption Epilogue)

They kept you in your hood to keep you blinded. You knew you were being transported by van. And then by plane. And then by van again, for hours, until you were in a place that was cool and wet and quiet.

You were taken into a basement and placed into a small room. It had a toilet and a bed. Twice a day they'd bring you small portions of food. One of the men would give you hormone injections. Eventually they gave you breast implants, and an orchiectomy. But they didn't let you transition into a woman. You'd always be in-between, and you hated it.

Frequently, you'd be brought on collar and leash into a larger room, with a camera aimed up between your thighs to focus on your tiny clitcock. Your 'FAGGOT' tattoo was clearly visible. Men would fuck you, ass or throat, as they pleased. They also spoke German, and you spoke none of it. The days turned into weeks, into months, into years. Your sessions were livestreamed onto the dark web. When you did good, Hans would take you up and let you warm his bed for the night. But those nights were far and few between.

One day, the door opened and you could hear a news broadcast in English in the background.

"And that is the final state. The new President of the United States is ..." The door closed, and you could hear no more. This was your worst ending. There was never any good to be had in betraying Carrie. You should have declined David.