No

“No…… Let me go home…” Despite knowing that her father would probably bash her skull in not coming back home for two straight days, she knows that her body would be rendered completely useless if she continues to film anything at all.

“Very well, then, you can go home now. By the way, we kind of lost your clothes in the laundry, so do as you please.” The owner left the door open on his way out.

“Uuuugh… Have to go home… and take a shower…” She struggles to stand up, and manages to hold back her tears as she pulls out the massive dildo destroying her anus. Step by step, she finally makes it to the front door of the club. She finally takes her first step out of the club.

It is already dark outside and she is walking on her limp feet naked outside in the cold. She sticks to the side of the alleyway so that she might not get caught by another wave of horny hobos. Despite her best effort, the main streets are fully lit and her naked tortured body is exposed for every passerby to see. Everyone tries to walk around her, the smell of cum and blood would scare off even the meanest and lowliest of rapists.

But suddenly, her mind is captivated by an eccentric yet familiar smell emitting from an old warehouse on the sidewalk. It smells vinegary, but so very much more captivating. It is the smell of something Layla’s body craves crazily. She can’t help but walk closer to the source of the smell, and hears a lot of men’s voices inside the warehouse. They are not nice people, and Layla’s rational senses know that very well. If she walks in, she will for sure be taken for an addict whore and can never walk out of this place ever again. But her brain and her nerves crave the substance so much that her urges to knock on the door is on the verge of taking its effect.