Listening to Rancid, Ruby Soho on the stereo in my room, she was a rude girl who refused my first date offer at the bus station, mini skirt operator like a prostitute for hire, burn marks on her legs that could have been from a tractor, or her father, he approached with a smile and she replied, I only do anal, he stuttered but, but that wasn't what I was going to ask you, sorry if you're not a paying customer, the back of her head was layered, a girl who looks like she likes to get severely beaten, I might 've, seen her in a gangbang from kink, my fascination was immense as she departed I stepped in the same direction then retracted back to my apartment where I could sulk in silence or plot a plan of action, once home Rey got on the computer to do some research, the topic was pornographic, hours had passed before he noticed it was morning, surfing like the waves were here, it would appear, his hunch was correct, one scene and her name was Francesca Bell, twelve men at once grabbed at her crotch through her skirt and her shirt was ripped off with an actual decent amount of force that her whole body jerked forward if it wasn't for the three fingers in her cunt she would have fallen flat on her face, of which one of the actors slapped and then spat on after saying stand the fuck up whore, another slap echoed in the almost empty chamber, they dragged her with what little amount of hair she had to a table where another guy smacked her even harder causing her head to ricochet off that same table, another pinched her mouth together for someone to put their dick inside it which she didn't resist or struggle, she opened the hole wider to get told close it and suck that dick harder we all know you can do better pig slut, it was silent except for the yeah uhhs of the actors and the glurp glurping of Francesca which quickly turned into gagging as she had a dick in each hand experimenting with the hidden palm cock technique, they all gathered around the table and the camera angle ascended higher to show her limbs spread out like a spiders servicing six dicks before the view moved under one of the performers, pumping in and out of her like, you go girl, with the focus on a not so tight asshole they hurled a couple more insults before standing her up right and the six studs in the front rotated around to make room for the six others, bent over the table her ankles were now tied to its legs and a line had formed behind a spectacle meant for Caligula, obviously they all penetrated her in sequential order, I'm sure you get the picture, Rey saved the scene to his hard drive to watch again later, he skipped breakfast and dinner slowly withering away like shrivel he wanted something Asian like London Tipton so he placed an order to the Chinese pick up not delivery then began to walk to the place, paid with a couple of faces and asked for a fork to go, and then again… there was that girl…

Confused when he shouted, Francesca, she looked backwards, he ran up to her, let me pay for an hour… I’m not on the clock, can we figure this out? as they walked onward a car passing by them honked, sure… I see you already got lunch, that’s fine let me take you out, is there somewhere you would like to stop? here is fine as they stood underneath an awning that looked like it was about to drop, the dropping canvas that would have let the rain in could have been a metaphor of things to come, he opened the door… into a dungeon, she entered first not really concerned he followed un coerced outside of the door someone shouted some obscenities, the mechanism clicked into place as Rey stood standing anxious the door closed behind them silencing any obstructions from the public, he looked around at the walls so far away, what is that framed and are those chains dangling restraints…

I hear a scrape, followed by a bang, and much to my dismay something like a bag with the consistency of a rag was placed over my face, yet he could still breath, someone, is dragging something, then crack went, both of my knees, please, God help me, Mary, Jesus, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, I’d scream but it’s getting harder to breath, Rey must have been hyperventilating from the pain, more hands stand the moron to his unresponsive feet throw him into a chair and wheel him into the street, where a car screeches to brake, he felt like Johnny Knoxville in Bad Grandpa rolling down that hill uncontrollably, except, this wasn’t fake, before Rey could cross the road like the chicken an automobile couldn’t stop and hit him…