[user.incognito1234]

I spend days in a have. All I do is lie down and wait for what happens next. Everyday I hope this would end, but it gets worse. Everyday you fuck me more, and somehow find ways to make it hurt more.

It could also be because my asshole was getting worse day by day. It was not completely inside out, swollen, bruised. You would even describe everyday how it looked. From pink on day 1, to a dark red and combination of blue today. It was excruciating. No matter what position I was in, it hurt. Spreading legs was no longer an option, as it would bring my cheeks against the swollen asshole. But joining legs was painful for my hips. I'd be in a cast or something if I were out to seek medical help, such was the state of my pelvic region. With each movement, I could feel my joints hit each other, in a way they're not supposed to.

My hips hurt with every movement I make. Sitting was no longer an option because of my burning hole. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse...

I woke up one morning, not remembering how many days I've been here, hungry, starving. You had the courtesy to bring 2 boiled eggs in my room for the morning. I immediately started to eat. But the smell felt off. I had no choice though, I was so hungry. Somehow j managed to finish 1 egg. I felt uneasy, as you watched curiosly.

I went for the next egg, but the smell got to me..it was too much. I felt sick to the core. I tried to get up an run to the basin. But my hips wouldn't allow sudden movements. I froze in place as I stood up. One hand covering my mouth, other holding my knees for support, I tried to hold back my puke, not wanting to see me suffer. I couldn't hold back as you laughed. I threw up over the floor. I emptied my stomach, but the feeling didn't go away. 2 mins later, I drunk heaved again..and then again 5 minutes later. You laughed and asked me to finish the breakfast, as that was all I was getting. I reluctantly attempt to eat. But just getting near to it, made me dry heave again.