Liz walked unsteadily through the house. It was filthy, reeked, but she didn’t care to clean it. She didn’t care much about anything these days. Her eyes were glazed, both due to the drugs and the beatings both she’d endured all night. Her right eye was swollen shut, her lip busted, nose red with dried blood.

And she was happy. She was self-destructing, not that she could have ever had put it in those terms, but she was spiraling hard. She loved it all however. The pain, the abuse, ever since she was a little girl and her dad had touched her, then his friends later. She hated herself back then, for doing everything they made her. Especially if she had cum.

That seemed ages ago, even if it was only a few. She’d lived on the streets for a while after her dad had gotten arrested for a DUI, disappeared and dropped out. No one had missed her. Except the men on the street. Those men noticed her very much. A dozen rapes in barely a week had reinforced everything she had ever known. Only one thing matter of hers. Her holes.