Another day, another contract signed. My cunt is someone else’s playground for the next week, and I can’t decide if the emptiness between my legs is worse than the dread of not knowing who’s using me. The money’s good, but fuck, sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel whole again. Or if I even want to. Tonight, I’m lying here with this smooth wood where my pussy used to be, imagining the stranger’s cock sliding in—does it feel good for them? Do they even care it’s me? Or am I just another warm hole they paid for?