Inevitable

 **PART 1 - This describes the situation and gives context to the events and the rest of the audio. Obviously it's up to you if or not you use this section of skip straight to the 'Meat and Drink'. Any or all of it can be discarded without impacting the audio.**

 Narrated by the woman, from her point of view -

 The door slides open and two guards are framed in the light that streams in from the corridor, drowning out the dim light of my two person cell. The sound startles me and I'm quick to climb off the bed and onto my feet, turning to face the men. I expect to see my cell mate, Sarah, who was taken out of here some time ago... Without a clock, a watch, or even a window to see the sun, I can't be sure how long, but long enough that I knew it wasn't a routine medical. I look past the two men as they move into the room and towards me, but I don't see her.

 I've been in here for at least 2 weeks now. I remember going to a bar with friends to celebrate the new year, but after that things are very hazy. I remember waking up in this facility with a pounding headache, wrists and ankles bound to a medical table, a drip in my arm. I thought I was in a hospital, everything was so white and clean, so sterile and clinical, but it didn't take long before I noticed the indifference the staff treated me with. They cut away my clothes casually and tossed them in a bin, ignoring my groggy complaints. They were taking my blood pressure, checking me over for cuts and bruises... Then they started to measure me. When they took my measurement, like tailors, I knew something was terribly wrong.

 They didn't treat me badly. They handled me like valuable goods, keeping me fed and giving us time in a gym and full access to a shower and closed door bathroom in the cells themselves. It was obvious they wanted us in good condition. Sarah and I had whispered to each other, sharing the stories of how we got here and what we thought was going on. Hers was a similar story to mine. She thought it was some off-the-books pharmaceutical company looking for humans to experiment on and she spent her nights fretting over what they might be putting in the food and water... But I noticed there was a theme with the prisoners here. Women. Young. Each one beautiful in their own way. I told her at the end of the second night in the cell what I thought was going on - We were going to be sold into slavery.

 The guards looked at me with cold eyes, hardened and tempered with the banality of cruelty. This was routine to them. They didn't see us as women any more... Maybe they couldn't. Maybe nobody could do this as many times as they had and heard the pleading and the crying as many times as they did and walk away still thinking of everyone they do this to as a person. I swallowed a sob of swiftly building panic and took a half step back from them as they came closer, the back of my knees hitting the bed where I had been sitting, sending a jolt of instinctive fear up through me as I found myself unable to move away.

 "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I knew I shouldn't resist them, it would only give them an excuse to get violent, but as their bulky frames blocked out the light and cut off my only escape, my hand raised up to ward them off, as if my thin, delicate fingers would be anything more than a momentary bother to them.

 "Where's Sarah? What did you do to her??"

 They didn't answer. Instead they took me by the arms. A short, shrill sound of fear escaped my lips before I could bite back the rest and I was painfully aware that my body was shaking as they lifted me half off my feet and guided me towards the door without answering my questions. My words rolled off them. They didn't even offer me any eye contact to confirm that I had, in fact, made a noise at all.

 They took me past the rows upon rows of cells, metal doors closed, viewing windows tightly sealed. How many women were in here? I wanted to call out for help, but what were they going to do from behind their tightly locked doors? At the end of the corridor we turned the opposite direction of the showers and exercise area, towards the section we didn't normally get to see. It was an area we saw the guards coming and going from, but the girls who went this way didn't come back. My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, each punctuated with a half pleading sob, barely stringing together words. As the doors opened, I was sure I was going to die.

 Tears blurred my vision. More corridors, more rooms, but these were marked with signs and symbols. The guards pulled me past before I could get a good look at to much detail, and in my terrified state I wasn't absorbing my surroundings as I might have otherwise. I caught words... "Reassignment Room", "Outfitting Lounge", "Asset Management Centre", "Sales Team"... This was all too professional for human trafficking. Maybe Sarah had been right after all? My blood ran cold at the thought as the guards stopped before a pair of double doors and used a wipe card to open them. Instantly I came face to face with another woman. It took a second before my brain registered who I was seeing.

 "Sarah!" I cried. The guards had deposited me while they got the doors open and I flew towards her, wrapping my arms around her, grateful just to see someone who wasn't a uniformed thug. Slowly, as a feeling of calm familiarity came over me, I took in more and more of her condition, and as I did I felt that feeling feeling of safety and reunion flee me. Sarah was naked, her long, black hair disheveled as if she had been woken from a particularly fitful sleep. Her dark eyes, normally sharp and slightly red from her constant paranoia and entrapment, were instead dull and distant, staring past me as if she were still trying to wake up. Her lips were slightly parted and the smallest hint of a smile touched them, but it was an empty, vapid thing, as if she were high and remembering something she found delightful... It looked like she was dreaming. I felt the heat of her body and the speed of her breathing, her naked breasts pushing against my thin, prisoners garb as she seemed to be struggling to catch her breath... She smelled strongly of sweat and a keen, feminine musk of womanhood.

 "Sarah?" I questioned her, holding her at arm's length. There was a long second before she met my gaze, looking as if she only saw me through a distant, pleasant fog. She didn't say anything, and before I could question her more, the guards pulled us apart, lifting me half off my feet again as they dragged me into the room. Sarah stood in the doorway for a second, looking at the spot I had been a moment ago before, on what looked like shaky legs, she began to walk out of the room again. The doors slid closed behind me, but not before the lights of the corridor glistened off a thin sheen of wetness that coated the back of her thighs and the cheeks of her backside.

 Inside the room a group of technicians were working on a strange chair that dominated the middle of the chamber. They cleaned it with alcohol and rags, hooking computers up to parts of it and taking readings, adjusting lights and cameras that surrounded it. The thing looked much like a dentist's chair, except the leg and arm rests were individual things, designed to have the limbs fit snugly into them and to be manually... Or maybe automatically... Adjustable. It sat on a large, squat box with many sliding panels on the side, as if there were hidden parts to the chair, waiting to pop out. Above the head rest there was a visor with headphones attached, clearly designed to slip down over the eyes and ears of the person sitting in the chair. The groggy, vague look Sarah had given to me, her shaky legs and the technicians and their calibrating and preparations all seemed to cloud my original assumption: Maybe Sarah had been right? Maybe they were going to test drugs on us... On me!

 I recoiled in horror at the idea of my body being used in that way. I tried to pull myself free of the guards as the dawning realisation that I was, now, only meters away from the same fate as Sarah sank home. Why hadn't I struggled all the way here?! Wasn't it obvious that something awful was waiting for me here?! Why did I start only now? I should have made a run for it at the door! Fear fueled my muscles, misery and hopelessness gave way to a frantic panic. I kicked and screamed, tugging and twisted like a trapped animal. There was no escaping their iron grip, and even if I had wriggled free, where would I have gone? With snarls of annoyance at my defiance, they lifted me bodily and dumped me onto the chair, holding my arms and legs in place as the technicians, working with the same, jaded rebuking of my cries, both pleads and threats, came over to professionally and routinely slide the wrist, ankle, thigh and throat restrains over me, tightening them with twisting knobs until I was barely able to make them jiggle with my struggles.

 The last thing I saw before they slid the visor over my eyes was the guards turning away towards the exit, walking with the supreme confidence of people who knew that wouldn't come back to find me struggling. Tears rolled down my face as I turned towards the tech in the lab coat as he worked to fit the visor over my hair and set it on my face.

 "Please." I cried, pour every once of my soul into the begging, my last hope of escaping whatever they had in store for me. "Please, don't do this. Please!" I became more frantic, as if being louder and more passionate might sway him. Unlike the cold, mercenary disregard of the guards, the tech spared me a look. His eyes met mine and I blinked away the tears, a moment of hope sparking in my chest as I poured out my heart to him, hoping I'd reached him.

 "Please. Let me go. I don't want to die... I don't want whatever this is. I'm sorry! I'm sorry for whatever I did, just, please? Please?? Help me..."

 I didn't see cold indifference there. Instead, in those steel grey eyes, I saw excitement. Then the visor blocked my vision, the headphones closing snug over my hears, drowning out the sounds of a PA system announcing that all technicians should prepare for the first run. Even through the muffling effect of the headphones I heard boots moving around, doing final checks.

 Suddenly I felt something cold and metal against the skin of my stomach! I yelled in surprise, biting my lip, my body so primed and terrified that, at first, I mistook the chill of the steel for the sting of a great cut... But then I felt the movement, heard the snipping and the sound of clothes being sheared and felt the cool air dance across my flesh. They used scissors to cut away my prisoner uniform, pulling it off me. I didn't make a sound, my body shaking with tension as I waited for the next metal implement on my naked form... A syringe? A scalpel? Worse? Some kind of saw?... My pants and shirt came away easily, the fabric cut cleanly by the scissors. My bra was hardier, the metal wire not giving without a fight, but like my own struggle it was in vain. They pulled away the last of my clothing, refusing to even leave me with my dignity, before they marched out of the room and I heard the door slide shut... And I was alone.

 **PART 2 - This is the hypnosis section. The erotic section of the text.**

 I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, the headphones drowning out most other noise and leaving the thudding to echo in my head. For a long moment there was nothing except the air-conditioned air dancing over my naked body as the restraints on the strange, mechanical chair held me tightly in place . Then the visor came to life. It took a second to warm up, casting the dim light of a TV screen of pure blackness, switched on in an otherwise dark room, somehow glaringly bright directly in front of my eyes despite the fact that there was no image. Green text appeared, scrolling too quickly to read. Some kind of computer boot up information, talking about each system it checked and confirming they were working before flashing past as more and more information was displayed. Finally this also vanished... And, slowly, the screen before my eyes started to glow and an image began to bleed in.

 I was nearly frantic. I expected to feel the prick of a drip being put into my arm or the pinch of a syringe piercing my flesh, but I had been left along in the room, strapped into the chair, visor on my head and it seemed this was all they intended to do. The image slowly came into focus and I was staring into a swirling vortex of colour. The background was a dull grey and, from the edges of the visor and the periphery of my vision, I saw the colour red bleeding in, like spilled paint, running slowly towards the centre of the screen. It moved in ever decreasing circles, spiraling inwards, giving the illusion that it was sinking deeper and deeper away and I was staring down into a great pit, as if there were some kind of slowly growing red slippery dip towards a central point so grey and distant looking that it was almost black. Around and around, down and down, deeper and deeper... My heart beat slowed a little. I had expected something more horrid to be displayed. This wasn't so bad.

 The headphones came to life next. It took me a moment to comprehend that I was hearing noise at all, it started so low, built up so slowly and was so subtle. It was like white noise. A whisper so quiet that the words were imperceptible, but just loud enough that I knew there were people talking, almost as if they were in another room. It was so unobtrusive that it was easy to let it become background noise and to forget about it. I couldn't make out the words, no matter how hard I focused on the noise, so there was no point really paying it much mind. Besides, white noise was always soothing in its own way. It always made me feel like I was safe, surrounded by a soft hub-bub of activity. Like there were other people in the room who could keep watch for danger or alert me about problems, so I could take a moment to just relax.

 The colours before my eyes changed and, just like that, my attention snapped fully back to them, letting the humming white noise become the background sound for my brain. A kind of garish yellow seeped in from the edges, joining the red in its spin towards the centre of the deep well. It traveled alongside the red, tumbling down and down, deeper and deeper, slowly and easily slipping down away into nothingness. I watched the colours... What else could I do? They span and sank down the spiral, and I stared into the centre of it, waiting to watch them meet in the middle and give colour to the black dot in the centre of my vision... But they didn't. They seemed to sink deeper and deeper, but no matter how far they sank they never seemed to reach the bottom. It seemed like there was always deeper to sink, and the addition of the yellow only highlighted how far the red spiral had gone and how far was left to go. I watched, curious to see if the yellow spiral would catch up... I watched... Because it felt nice.

 A little ripple of warmth ran through my body and I felt myself relax in the chair. I didn't know what this was or what they thought they were doing, but this was alright. I watched the spinning colours and felt mys muscles lose their tension, the cushioning of the strange chair welcoming me. My lips parted in a slight sigh as I breathed out some of the fear and panic I had been feeling and focused my attention on watching the spiral. The soft hum of the white noise in my ears made me feel a little detached, like I was slipping towards the edge of sleep. I tried to form thoughts, but the humming sound seemed to compete for my attention and they became harder and harder to put together. I tried to focus on the spiral, but it became easier and easier to relax my eyes, let my vision become unfocused, and just take in the spinning colours and the deepness of the spiral rather than stare at any fixed point.

 Blue was next. I didn't focus my eyes... That felt hard to do. I didn't want to struggle against this feeling of peace, so I just let the knowledge that blue was slowly following the other colours down come to me as it started to join in the endless tumble. I felt a small pinprick of excitement. My breath caught in my throat a little as it joined in the spiral, my body warming more as another tingle ran through me, this one eliciting a little gasp. The blue span down, deeper and deeper, and I felt it drawing my thoughts with it. I tried to think of things... Tried to rouse myself from the weary, relaxed, warm half sleep I found myself in, but my thoughts felt heavy... The white noise and the dancing colours were like a thick, pink fog in my mind, clouding everything, making thoughts hard to find. It felt good... Very good now! The haze seemed to spread through my mind and I felt my muscles in my stomach tighten just a little, as if the fog had run a finger over the sensitive skin of my neck, or brushed warm lips along my hip unexpectedly. A thrill went through me... I felt my nipples harden.

 A voice cried out in my head. My voice. It came from far in the back, a great distance away, struggling to be heard over the hum and the draw of the colours. It told me something that, as soon as I heard it, I understood that I already knew. I was giving myself over to these colours and noises! I was in danger! This relaxation, these tingles, this fog... They were wrong! They were bad and I had to fight them. Suddenly the fog started to lift as I clenched my fists, pushing against the urge to just lean back in the chair and watch with all my willpower. There was another voice in my head, a very clear one, asking why we had to fight? Why we had to struggle? Couldn't we just relax, let our guard down for a moment and enjoy this? It felt so wonderful... I grit my teeth and forced myself to focus, pulling against the restraints of the chair.

 "No!" I hissed through the clenched teeth. "No! I'm not going to do this!" With a supreme effort, I closed my eyes, blocking out the spiral before me.

 A rush of disappointment ran through me and, despite myself, I heard a sob of misery that must have come from me. The sweet embrace of the colours, the comforting repetition of the hum. The warm, thick, pink fog that made thinking give way to feeling. The slight tug of arousal that had started to build as my nipples had become tight peaks. It all started to recede so quickly and, God help me, I missed it... More than I thought I would. For a moment the world had been so simple. All I had to do was sink into the cushions, watch the light, listen to the hum and let myself feel good... It had made so much sense, and it had felt so good. Instinctively, like even the most innocent of virgins knows, I had been aware that if I had just kept going and let it wash over me, the pleasure would have built up and up...

 In defiance, however, I squeeze my eyes closed tight, mentally refusing to even acknowledge the colours that I could still see as obscured light pounding against my eyelids. I wasn't about to give in so easily! They could keep the light show going as long as they wanted, nothing could make me open my eyes!

 As if on queue, the chair began to move. Much like the dentist's chair it seemed to be modeled from, it jerked slightly, starting to recline, the parts that held my arms moving out to my sides, the parts that held my legs spreading as well, the knees bending moving me into an exposed position that instantly reminded me of a gynecologist's stirrups. The movement startled me and I give a squeal more girlish than I had wanted. My eyes shot open as panic came through me in a great wave and my animal instincts kicked in. I knew all I would see would be the spiral, but me primitive terror demanded I open my eyes and try to employ my most powerful sense to defend myself against this new threat.

 The chair tilted back more and more, laying me back with it, taking me into a prone position even as it spread my arms out wide, parted my legs and bent them at the knees. My eyes were greeted with the spiral and, in a rush more potent than I had been ready for, I felt myself suck in a breath, my naked breasts rising, a warm tension spread from my stomach and, quickly, that comfortable mist start to fill my mind again. I heard a sound from around me... A moan. Slow and lazy, like a harlot's soft submission. Had I made that noise? I realised my mouth was slack, my eyes starting to lose focus... Maybe I had? It did feel good. Good enough to give another moan...

 ... Maybe... Maybe I could look for just a second? I had struggled so hard, it couldn't hurt to just relax for a moment and feel good just a little bit? I felt the fight slipping out of me as the warmth spread and my breathing picked up. The fog filled my mind. I was lost in it, like a cloud of sweet perfume, making me feel giddy and light. All thoughts except looking into the spiral began to feel warm, wet and heavy... They were melting. Melting into a hot goo. I felt my womanhood flutter powerfully once, my clit twitched, starting to feel alive with sensitivity. It felt so good... I wanted more. I wanted more of my thoughts to melt down under the heat of this fog. It felt like the heavy clouds of pink heat were caressing the pleasure centres of my brain, sparking my body to arousal against my will, stimulating the parts of me that controlled them directly. It was a pleasure more pure and unfettered than the simple act of sex. It was release, pleasure, arousal and surrender, all rolled into a perfect sensation of bliss. I stared into the spiral with unfixed, unfocused vision. I wanted to reach the centre...

 What had happened to that girl who fought so hard just a moment ago? Here she was now, gasping a little as she felt the muscles of her swiftly warming sex clench once, a hungry emptiness starting to build inside her. I furrowed my brow. I could fight this! I knew I could!... I... I didn't want to... But I could. Maybe that was enough? Maybe I could just let my thoughts melt away, knowing I could break free any moment I wanted to? The mere thought of letting my mind melt sent another quick, hungry flutter through my loins and an accompanying whimper slipping between my parted lips as they hung open limply. No! It was a trap, and I had to struggle free!

 Giving a long, feral groan of effort, I forced my eyes closed again, panting with exhaustion at the strength required to tear myself away from the lights and sensations. My hips bucked up, unbidden, like a denied lover. My fingers dug into the arm of the chair, gripping the cushioning as I bit back a plea for more that bubbled up in my throat. My mouth snapped closed and I swallowed a few times, feeling how dry it had become as I had been panting and staring, slack jawed. Pulling myself away from this sensation was the hardest thing I'd ever done! I was fighting every primal instinct in me that told me to just let myself go and give in. My head still felt groggy and heavy, my eyes still fighting to stay closed as the light hitting them promised a return to ecstasy. I felt the thoughts, turned to liquid, hot and thick, running down my spine, making goosebumps rise with its passing as my skin prickled with an erotic electricity! It flowed down, running a hot path into my belly, down between my legs, and leaked out of me. My thoughts, my very self, a glistening sheen of arousal now, staining my pink sex as the sensitive flesh started to glow with heat.

 "Please." I sobbed... Was I begging for them to stop this, or was I begging for more? I couldn't tell the difference in the sound of my own voice. I gave voice to my need, my fear, my frustration and my want all as one sound and it danced back and forth across the line of a sound born of pain and a sound born of pleasure. "Please..."

 The chair moved again. Fear spiked once more. I felt a sense of revulsion at myself as I accepted that some part of me was looking forward to what would happen next. Some part of me was waiting for any excuse to open my eyes again and fall back into surrender. My heart beat raced. Was this anticipation born of want or terror? I could hardly distinguish. I felt the chair moving mechanically, some part of the base shifting and making hydraulic noises. Despite my eyes being tightly closed and my ears covered, some sixth sense told me something was moving between my legs. I tensed up again, my pussy clenched once wantonly and I gave a breathless groan as a jolt of pleasure went through me. I fought down the rising urge to open my eyes... I heard the mechanism move again, then I felt the small, round rubber knob come to rest, unerringly, against my hood. It was cool and I clamped my mouth tightly closed as a little, excited squeal almost caught me by surprise. My little button jumped and twitched at the contact, every tiny movement a tide of sensation that threatened to build up. I squeezed my hands into fists, trying to control my body by will alone, demanding that it not be turned on, that it not softly roll itself back and forth, rubbing gently against the cool, rubbery toy, that those lusty sighs stop...

 Another sensation and I lose a little bit of the struggle, my mouth opening in a wanton, sexual moan. Something firm, simulating flesh with plastic, tapered and phallic touches my wet sex. The tip if thick and hard, unyielding as the machine slowly applies pressure. I feel my sex starting to part, the sensation of being stretched starting to build up, my flesh relenting, opening! The toy has ridges and bumps. I can feel them pushing against my resistance, teasing my entrance ... And then, with a sound of pure, animal satisfaction, it slips into me. My womanhood opens eagerly and easily, clamping down on it only to try and draw it deeper. I feel another, smaller, similarly shaped and textured object touch my back door. My arse clenches tightly! The toy doesn't penetrate me there, but it comes to rest, pushing lightly against it, making me startlingly aware of how sensitive the muscles there have become. My hips buck. I lie to myself, telling myself I'm trying to pull away, that I don't want this... I'm not fooling anyone, least of all myself. The toy is slick with my own honey, wet with the leaking remnants of the thoughts that the glowing spiral had melted away...

 ... The spiral... Oh god! How amazing would being stretched and filled like this feel coupled with the effects of the spiral? I make a broken sound, my willpower almost depleted. I want that! I want to give in. I want to feel stretched and full as the spiral slowly empties my mind! It's only by a thin shred of ego that I fight it back. I can't give into this! I can still fight!...

 ... The toys start to move, and I know I'm wrong.

 My back arches and my mouth flies open as the little rubber nub of my clit comes alive and starts to vibrate. There is no build up, it starts at a speed that I would normally consider too much too quickly. I'm unable to pull away as my overly stimulated clit sends jarring bolts of confusingly arousing pain and terrifyingly stark please rushing into my brain. It's too much, but I can't escape it! The dildo inside me starts to move on a piston, pulling back, leaving me feeling empty, letting me clench down against nothing in a desperate bid to keep it inside me, before it firmly plunges back into me. Even though the headphones I hear the sound of my wet flesh opening as it fucks me. It's relentless, setting a firm pace, pushing deep, deep inside me, making my breath come in anguished gasps of bliss. I try to angle my hips away, wanting to stop it from pounding so deeply so early, needing more time to get used to the sensation before something so overwhelming happens, but there's no way to wiggle away, no sound I can make that makes the machine slow down or consider my needs. It pumps me, hammering into my depths over and over, conceding nothing and demanding that I adapt to its motion. To my equal parts rapture and dismay, I do, very quickly. The last toy buzzes with violent power, each deep thrust leaving it pushed against that most intimate of areas between my cheeks, the vibrations shaking me through and through.

 I know this is against my will. I know I should hate this. I know this is wrong... I know that I'm lost to it. I feel powerless, pleasured, dominated and out of control. My tongue lolls out from between my panting lips like a bitch in heat. What on earth could I do to resist this? I'm only human, the machine is unstoppable, and it plows through my defense casually, sparking this bestial need to cum. My hips roll wantonly, I cry out in pleasure... I don't care who watches or what they think of me now. I need this. I need this!... I need...

 ... To open my eyes. To look into those lights. To feel this perfect pleasure. I know what it means. If I open my eyes and stare into the lights while this machine fucks my little pussy, I'll cum myself away. I'll be a blank eyed, staring, wet little slave like Sarah was. I'll become the cock sucking whore these people want me to be, put up for sale, always on the brink of this bliss, urgently wanting to be pinned down and used like this again. No thoughts. No mind... Just holes to fucked and pleasure to be had. It's the worst fate I could imagine.

 I want it so badly!

 With a moan of surrender, I open my eyes. The colours rush into me, filling my vision even as my tight passing is filled, quickly and powerfully, over and over. My resistance is nil. I have no fight left in me. I surrender utterly, give in and let go. My jaw goes slack, my tongue still hanging, panting, my eyes unfocused, every breath a strangled, grunted sound of sheer lust. The haze fills my mind once more and I feel it dancing over my pleasure centres... My eyes roll back in my head as an unmatched heat and sensation grip me. I no longer need to stare into the lights. I've given myself over completely and, without my urge to fight back, they dissolve my mind into wetness. It seeps down into me as all that's left of me falls into the spiral. I feel my body tightening, my pussy quivering, as the most powerful orgasm of my life builds and builds, like an unstoppable tidal wave, ready to destroy me. I race towards it, grinding against the toys that are here to end me, begging to nobody at all, moaning sounds of surrender and need into the empty room.

 Everything explodes and I cum with a scream. My thoughts pour out of my fluttering, clenching pussy as it tries in vain to milk the still pumping dildo. I gush my arousal down between my legs, dampening the chair under me as my personality, hopes and dreams pour out of me and my only regret is that there isn't more of me to give up so I can cum harder.

 I don't know how long I cum for... It doesn't matter. When, at last, the machine stops and the restraints are removed, I stare forwards into nothing, a small smile on my lips, the back of my thighs glistening with my wetness, naked... They order me out of the chair and I obey, and a ripple of pleasure pulses inside me at obeying. My legs shake, but it doesn't matter. I just need them to last long enough to take me to a new master who can give me orders I can obey so I can feel like this forever. Empty eyed, I smile as I move towards the door. It opens before I arrive and someone calls out towards me as they are dragged past. It takes me a moment to really register that it happened. It wasn't an order to obey, so I don't really pay it much attention. I'm already feeling the urge to be fucked again building, despite the rough treatment I just had, so I move on towards the corridor and my new life.