You wake up, wet from your dreams.

You wake up frustrated. You've dealt with morning wood before, but this was something altogether different.

Your eyes move to the paper that the cop had left with you the night before. Without thinking, your slender fingers move to pick it up. It was an apartment number in a complex about a ten minute walk away.

Your mind goes back to the night before, your body rough against the bark of the tree as the man without a name pounded you, your legs giving out beneath you so that only his dick and calloused hands kept you up.

Your hands tremble. After a moment, you put the note back down on the night stand.

You have a full day ahead of you, hopefully the last one you spend as Jane.

Hopefully.

Hopefully?

How are you going to spend it?