Fuck you, monster.

"Fuck you, monster," I **** out of my mouth.

The man sighed. "I wish you would have calmed down. What we have to do now will undoubtedly lower your market value." He fiercely slapped me across my face a few times until I was mostly limp, and then undid the chains that kept me in place. Yanking me by my arm, he dragged me to a machine in the corner I had not yet noticed. It looked like a saddleon a pole, but on the seat were two giant swivvle mounted dildos. My captor lifted me up and impaled me on the monstrous sex toys. He then attached me ankle cuffs to the base of the pole, and my wrist cuffs to chains hanging from the cieling. Finally, he attached electrodes to my nipples and to my clitoris.

I wish I had seen the machine sooner, and grasped the many ways in which it would ruin my life. If I had known, I wouldn't have told the man to go fuck himself.

I screamed "I... I. I take it back. You can whatever you want with me and I'll do it willingly. But please, don't do this to me!"

"I'm sorry, the decision you made was final." With those words, the man turned on a switch, and my life as I know it ended. The dildos spraing to life, not only vibrating, but pistoning back and forth, bringing wave upon wave of agony to my nearly broken mind. Electric shocks surged my nipples and clit, and the part of me that I would refer to as 'me' went into permanent hiding.

• Four Days Later -

That writhing mass of flesh on the **** machine isn't me. That isn't Sarah Michilin. That THING is just a lump of nervous responses. There is nobody home.

In just a few more hours, she will be spared the machine, but she is no longer in a position to care. She gets sold to a cheap brothel somewhere in Asia, and spends the rest of her days collared and chained to the floor. The usage of her body is sold for some small price, but at this point, she just doesn't care. The blank expression on her face betrays her state of mind.