E Boyd

I organize the gangbang with you blindfolded and ears plugged so every sense is cut off except touch. You never see the faces and never hear the voices. What you don’t know is that every person lining up is someone you already know: friends, coworkers, classmates. Each time someone finishes inside you they leave a permanent marker check on your skin before the next one takes their place. The frequency of being filled makes it impossible to keep count. One body after another uses you until the sensations blur and the room feels dizzy and endless. You float in the dark with no idea how many have been inside you or who they might be. Only afterward do I take the blindfold off and stand you in front of a mirror. You count the marks while I finally tell you the truth. Every single person who bred you is someone from your real life. Their identities stay secret, so from now on you have to look at everyone you know and wonder which of them has already been inside you. That lingering doubt is the real souvenir.