Chapter 6: Me, myself and the alters

I thought I’ve had Groundhog Day before with Mateo, but it was nothing like I am currently experiencing. I wake up on that mattress and I might just spend the day laying around or if someone comes in to use me I’ll usually black out and wake up when it’s over.

It is very lonely, but I feel that I am with someone when my alters surface. So we keep talking while I am alone in this room. Some of it makes sense, some of it doesn’t. Firstly with the nympho.

Me - Nympho: “It is not so bad in here”

Me: “Well maybe for you, I don’t enjoy it so much”

Me - Nympho: “Come on ... you orgasm almost every time you’re sold”

Me: “Maybe I do but I’d rather not be in here”

Me - Nympho: “I don’t think so, you do remember that we’re a Leo”

Me: “Yeah so what?”

Me - Nympho: “You do know what Leos are good for?”

Me: “I don’t but I feel like you’re about to tell me”

Me - Nympho: “There are many things we could say but the most important part is that Leos thrive in creativeness and expressiveness”

Me: “Why are you telling me this?”

Me - Nympho: “Well do I have to explain everything to you? It’s about passion, love and for us in particular sex. This is where we express ourselves and use our creativity, in satisfying men ... And we don’t mind if they have to get rough with us if it gets them what they need. That’s what we’re here for.”

Me: “Ok”

Me- Nympho: “All I’m saying is you’re a Rough Leo”

Some time passes and I chat with Mae who’s my caretaker.

Me - Mae: “Oh my god this place is awful”

Me: “Yeah it is”

Me - Mae: “Don’t you think we should clean a bit?”

Me: “What does it matter? It will be dirty again in a day or two”

Me - Mae: “Well we’ll feel better for a day or two then”

Me: “I don’t want to”

Me - Mae: “Do you remember when I used to do all the housework?”

Me: “Yeah I do”

Me - Mae: “You know it wasn’t just because I needed to and it’s in my nature. I am your caretaker. My job is to make your life a bit easier and lift your life up like you’re floating with balloons attached to you.”

Some time passes and Bridget comes back to me.

Me - Bridget: “We have to get out of here”

Me: “Yeah but how?”

Me - Bridget: “Let’s make a plan”

Me: “Well first I have to get out of this room”

Me - Bridget: “For that you need to unlock the door”

Me: “I’m not exactly a lock picker, and even if I were I don’t have any tools”

Me - Bridget: “Yeah but maybe you don’t need to unlock it maybe just insert something on the spot of the lock while they’re locking you in so it doesn’t lock”

Me: “Yeah that could work, but then I need to know how to get of the building fast”

Me - Bridget: “On this one I assume we’ll have to improvise a bit. Just go down if we’re on an upper floor and move towards the light or any emergency exit.”

Me: “Yeah but once I’m out what do I do? It seems like not in Manizales, at the very least another city or another even another country”

Me - Bridget: “Probably you’ll have to use out special skills to get some help. Hitchhiking or something else.”

Me: “It sounds really nice like that, but if you really think about it, it seems impossible”

Me - Bridget: “Make it happen”

I awake on what seems like the next day and I feel strange. Like the past few days didn’t exist, or didn’t happen or I dreamt them. I stretch a bit and I feel some pain in my arms and chest. When I have a look I see bandages on me. I remove the one on my right arm and I see a tattoo with floating balloons. I remove the one on my right forearm and I see another tattoo, one that says Rough Leo. Finally I remove the one under my left boob and it says Make it happen. They’re all a bit red an irritated, so probably recent. Am I dreaming now? How did the tattoos get there? It’s not like I could just get out and get tattooed. Was I out with one of the guys and did it with him? I never really got any answers to those questions, except that the tattoos are real and still here. Unless I’m still dreaming and still in that room.