The night before, I had gone to a party with some friends, and as always, I got a little too carried away with the alcohol. I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and the foulest taste in my mouth that I'd ever experienced. What was worse was that my memory was a bit hazy, but I had a feeling something terrible had happened.
I sat up slowly, trying not to bring on another wave of nausea. That's when I saw her - Milana. She was a tall woman with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. My heart sank when I saw the look on her face. It was clear that she was angry, and I couldn't help but feel scared.
"What happened last night?" I managed to croak out, my voice sounding hoarse and strained.
"You really don't remember, do you?" she said, her tone cold and cruel. She then launched into a tirade about how disgusting I had been, how I had ruined her evening, and how I deserved every bit of what was coming to me.
Before I could even process what she was saying, another woman appeared beside her. This one was shorter, with striking red hair and a mischievous smile on her face. She introduced herself as Amanda, but I barely heard her over the pounding in my head.
They both grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my feet. I stumbled, barely able to stay upright. That's when they dragged me into the bathroom. The room spun as they pushed me face-first against the toilet bowl and forced my head down. I felt helpless as they reached into the toilet bowl and fished out a filthy, putrid-smelling object.
I didn't want to know what it was, but my curiosity got the better of me. Trembling, I looked back over my shoulder and saw two things: Milana holding a toilet brush with a grim look on her face; and Amanda, who was now straddling me, pulling down her pants and underwear.
The next few minutes were a blur of pain, disgust, and humiliation. Milana wasn't joking when she said she was going to make me pay for my actions. She used that vile, disgusting toilet brush to scrub every inch of my face, neck, and chest. And Amanda... Well, let's just say she planted her bare ass right in front of my face and let nature take its course.
I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the horrific images and sensations that were assaulting me. I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper as they continued their torturous assault.
Finally, it was over. Milana threw the toilet brush back into the toilet and yanked me up by my hair again. They left me there, shaking and nauseous, to clean up the mess on my own. As I stumbled back to my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve such a humiliating and disgusting punishment.
