The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a fantasy . Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my vagina. When I am released it is just only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left wide-open, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open skin. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery skin over my tongue and my lips. And yet 1 memory towers above the rest of my excruciation; dude called it the mala mansio.

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