The room was dimmed, the corners filled with a strange darkness that enveloped the lower altitude of the room. The scent of a corpse lingered across the surface, fogging the windows and causing the people walking by the V.I.P room, to quicken their steps. It was a scent Dante had been accustomed to, which he was shocked when it burned his nostrils; nobody in this room was dead. His eyes examined my body, stopping at every bruise, every smear of blood, and all the lumps of semen plastered across my flesh. My entire body was covered in the men's pleasures, evidently escaping all of my opening in which they sadistically thrusted into me.
My eyes were wide open, and I was completely conscious, the drug having faded, however the absence within my gaze made him reach forward and press two fing
