If I could be somebody else- Well, I think- I would for you

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On the outside, was an experimenting vibrating woman. She didn't seem like she knew what she was doing at all, and however I didn't mind that she had know idea. I didn't want pleasure from some person that most likely has rats in her underwear. She fiddled around my penise, flopping it around, she stared up at me, I wasn't amused at all. I was furious, outraged, and I couldn't wait to see their skulls concave into hard rock solid concrete. I would find revenge, even if it took me years, I'd be on the look out. I'd get them back, I'd torture them, everything but worse. 

"Beatrice you're terrible at that! Here," The tall woman plopped down on the floor, snatching my genital away from 'Beatrice.' 

Without any hestitation, she forced my dick down her throat, as she gagged it back up. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, I couldn't take my arms away to beat the shit out of them either. The older woman had already tied my arms around the bed wheels, both of my arms far stretched from each other. Which gained more pain to my several cuts on my arms, my spine was as well aching by now. As she did that to me I tried to fight back, I'm just too weak at the moment. . . which I hate. 

"Common baby," She hissed out the words, demanding my pants to come fully down.  She unbottoned, then pulled to my ankles, leaving my faded black jeans to stick to my sweaty legs. 

I winced, since one of my biggest wounds was on my shin. They kicked me repeatedly there, and it almost looked more purple than any other injury. Nearly to black, she examined, pressing her finger right in the middle of the wound. I glared at her, feeling my eyes tear up, she finally stopped. Having a vulnerable speck in her dullen blue eyes, her eyebrows were raised. 

The rather large lady which was watching all of this go down shook her head, pushing away the dilated eye girl away. She must have been in her forties, which wasn't old, but wasn't my age either. "What's your name?"

I didn't answer.

"Darling your name," Her hand didn't restrain the pressure she applied to my shin at all, I grit my teeth. 

Barely a whisper, "Anthony." I would never give them my real name. . .

She added more pressure, "That's interesting." She turned her head and gave a shrug to the rest of the girls. All very interested for some stupid reason, why couldn't they just do their fucking job? I looked back down, her hand were still pushing hard. "Are you really Anthony? You don't look like an Anthony." She stared up at the molted ceiling, as a cockroach escaped through one of the various amounts of holes above. 

"Le-le-let go please."

"Oh," She let up, sitting away next to me closely. As they awkwardly all ganged up on me, they kept creeping closer. One of the girls has barely even interacted with me, which I'm thankful for. But she seemed guilty, and too shy to be even doing this. She didn't have her pants down, she didn't show any cleavage, she didn't even have a seductive faze over her either. 

But I still disliked her very much to be even in this room, if she was on my side she would have already helped me in some way. She's just as guilty. . .

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Beatrice asked, her foundation fell mainly down to her jaw, and her sweaty forehead shined as she turned to face me more. 

I shook my head in response, I didn't even want to tell them I had a boyfriend. 

If he was my boyfriend. . .

Jeordie being mine? Huh, I'v never thought about that but a million times. Maybe he's just drunk when we meet and tell each other anything at the top of our heads. But I highly doubt he'd be drunk like that when he's told me things that he's never mentioned to anybody. I don't think he'd fake it. . . he's too sweet for that. I remember a time when we were both sober, after a long show finished up. He asked if I wanted to go to his house for awhile and I said yes, it didn't feel real of where I was headed that night. Nothing felt real, I felt as if I were sleeping, dreaming of a better life. But, it was real. He was real. I was real, I wasn't sleeping, I was awake in Jeordie's house laughing my ass off over a show we've found together.  

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