No, you can't (Ending)

Looking at your assailants through teary eyes, you muster energy enough to start crawling away. If they had wanted, they could have easily prevented you. And as it turned out, they did want to. One of them grabbed you and dragged you up to your feet. "We aren't done just yet, slut," he growled and he and his friend pushed you towards a downstairs guest bedroom. It was hard for you to describe what happened next, but you know you felt both of them shove their cocks into your body at least twice. You eventually passed out on the bed.

You woke to whispers echoing in the room. There was giggling and chuckling. Guys and girls seemed to stand around you. You tried to look and see who they were, but the room seemed pitch black. So you tried to reach over and flip a light switch on. It was then that you realized you could not move your wrists. They had tied you to the bed posts. Then it dawned on you. The room was not dark. You were blindfolded.

The voices continued and after a moment you started to make out a few of them. "Slut." "All over her." "On her stomach." "Oh my God, sick." "Such a whore." You pieced it together when your boyfriend's voice echoed among their's. "What the fuck!?" he screamed. And he sounded sober--just how long had you been out?

He pulled the blindfold off and you look at him with soulless eyes. Then you looked down to see "Cum fuck this slut" written on your lower stomach in red marker. He quickly untied you and you both got the hell out of dodge, laughter following behind.

You would come to find that a video of the whole ordeal was circulating online. You had apparently been fucked by half the guys at the party after passing out. At points, you were moaning and writhing enough in your sleep as they used you that it seemed you actually enjoyed it. Your boyfriend could never look at you the same again. You both tried to make it work, but you found him cheating on you with your best friend soon after. You couldn't blame him really. Who would want you after this?