The Randos milk me for what I’m worth. Fucking reminds me of those chunky pulp science-fiction novels where spaceships bigger on the inside. But this is Real World Shit: pores in your skin squeeze the excess, dead cells out. Pork must taste like muscle and cunt. This feels nothing like the motel, just pent-up aggression. Pink drywall. I can smell the sticky cum in my hair. The Randos tell me not to bitch or they'll make this worse. It takes a special person to do something this retarded, when you can find any p0rnz you want online. Maybe I’ll tell I’m retarded so they will stop. It’s too fast. I spread my legs. If I close my eyes, it makes me bigger on the inside, too.