You are facing the consequences of some of your past actions.

This only happens because Dunik forces you to get up in the middle of the night and leave the brothel premises with him.

The brothel's armed guards do not prevent you from leaving in any way. It is obvious that Dunik made an agreement with Madame Ro regarding this hasty night escape.

In the dim light of the wall lamps that illuminate some of the brothel's rooms even at night, you see Dunik's face display **** irritation. He looks at you and rudely forces you to hurry up and follow him faster. An effective means of inducement is a **** collar, which your master puts back on your neck. Every time you try to slow down, you feel a powerful tug on the chain that is attached to this **** collar.

Soon you partly understand the reasons for the sudden nighttime escape from the brothel: vile eyes of a strange yellowish color, with large black pupils that have a strange hourglass shape, look in your direction with barely restrained anger; your ****-owning captor mutters something angrily as he continues to quickly walk away from the city.

You listen and he says something like this: “You stupid fucking bitch! Because of your idiotic chatter, I was found by people whom I would prefer never to see... These are very dangerous persons! Their boss thinks I should pay... Payback is my life and all my property! And you, brainless slut, told these scums that I was in town! I barely escaped with my life thanks to the help of Madame Ro! Now we urgently need to leave Crater-City! You can't even imagine what these thugs will do to you if they manage to capture you! So go faster, whore!”

You are trying to mutter pathetic excuses...

But even this you fail - your master again pulls the chain of your **** collar.

The metal touches the skin of your neck, painfully squeezing your throat. You can barely breathe. In this situation, you clearly cannot voice verbose exculpatory monologues.

In addition, you are **** to quickly follow Dunik.

Both of you are walking along the streets of the city at night.

Crater City can be recognized as night and day: of course, this city is located in a destroyed subway; however, due to the use of some ancient powerful weapons, the ceiling of the metro station, in the center of which the central part of this city is located, was broken. Sunlight penetrates these gaps during the daytime. And now, by the absence of light, you can understand that it is night time.

You and Dunik continue to quickly walk through the streets of Crater-City among the dirty huts of local residents, garbage, rubble of buildings and strange rusty ancient mechanisms.

Soon you leave the city and begin to move through the dilapidated subway tunnels.

The breath of fresh air is getting stronger...

You understand that your master is leading you to the surface.

After some time, you both climb the partially collapsed concrete stairs and reach the intermediate goal.

Now you are among the flat steppe terrain.

Thickets of tall grass, the chirping of cicadas, a gloomy night sky, a cool wind.

Only the silvery light of the moon helps you to distinguish at least something at this time of night.

Muffled dirty swearing reaches your ears: “You stupid pathetic brainless bitch! Slut cocksucker whose puny brain is soaked in cum! Remember forever - never tell anyone anything about me! Otherwise you will cause very bad consequences! And you yourself will feel very bad!”

He quickly approaches you.

Quick hand movement. Punches in your face. On right side. Then left side.

You feel a burning pain.

Two hard slaps. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Dunik's anger probably subsided a little after that. The gaze of his eyes scans your face and your entire body, which is dressed in clothes that do not allow an outside observer to immediately understand that you have something vaguely reminiscent of male genitals between your legs. The truth is extremely cruel to what remains of your sense of self-respect. What are you wearing now? Tight black fishnet stockings; women's high-heeled shoes; a tight black miniskirt that barely reaches a length of 20 centimeters; black women's thongs; a short women's top in a gray shade, on which the inscription “WHORE” is sloppily written in pink paint.

The clothes of a pathetic prostitute...

All this, combined with the fact that in recent weeks your reddish hair has grown to below your shoulders, forms your... decidedly "unmanly" appearance. But there is also an effect from regularly taking pills!

How many times have you been **** to take these little pinkish pills? You can’t remember each time... But there were many of these times...

Plump butt, sensitive nipples, fatty deposits in the chest area (which just look like a woman's breasts, about a size two)…

The owner of the brothel has been diligently working on your appearance in recent days so that you would be good... “fuckmeat” for the clients of the brothel...

That's why you're wearing bright red feminine lipstick on your plump lips.

You remember what Madame Ro said about this during the last week: “This lipstick matches your status. Your cocksucker bitchy lips will be good at attracting clients! You whore. Remember this. You will be whore for the rest of your pathetic life. Enjoy it, gurl! And bring me money!”

And one more humiliating detail: a metal device that squeezes your flaccid tiny penis. Your master calls this device a chastity cage... You get the disturbing impression that, over the past weeks, because of this device, your small penis and your balls have become even smaller...

Recently, you have almost stopped experiencing erections (however, the small pinkish pills probably also affected this).

Sad memories and the realization of all the dramatic changes that have happened to you over the past weeks make you despondent.

You think: "Damn pills! Damn bastard Dunik! I hate it! I need to fight! But why? Why do I feel so weak and powerless? Why do I want to cry? Why can't I change anything?"

You are crying. The sobs are getting stronger.