You wake up

You wake up the next day only for the usual thing to repeat itself. The same goes for the next day. And the next. And the next. Until the term “day” becomes meaningless.

In time you stop struggling. There is no reason to.

In time you even stop moaning into your gag, as the sensation of a building orgasm is dampened by your senses.

In time the pain you feel from the shocks becomes a pleasure of its own.