What do you do next?
You need to get up and stretch.
Your muscles ache, and your bones creek. You eat the jerky in slow considered chews, savoring the first taste of meat in ages.
As you do, you examine yourself, you try and remember your name, but you get nothing back. You try and remember where you lived and all you can remember is screams of terror and miscellaneous memories of you as a man.
This can't be true, you're clearly a woman. Milky soft skin, shapely bottom, pleasing breasts, a hairy cunt. Definitely a woman. You try to think about how old you are? If you had siblings? But all you can remember vividly is a beautiful freckled-maiden who breastfed you. Was she perhaps your mother?
You put it out of your mind as you try to climb free from the hammock. Enjoying the feel of earth on your foot again before being unceremoniously dumped on your ass. The hammock swirling it's self over the top of you in demonic glee.
You dust yourself off and look around, One door seems to go to the outhouse, and the other is where he left through telling you not to exit unless "You wanna get plugged."
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