The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my balloons, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried abyss inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my bottom and my cunny. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; once more I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open flesh. 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 body over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio.
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