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Rusty gasped for breath while darkness slowly disappeared and lights slowly came back in his eyesight. As his vision began to clear, the first thing he noticed was the sensation of something thick and heavy in his mouth. He tried to speak, but his lips and tongue were moving on their own, sliding back and forth along something that felt strangely warm and alive.

“What the…” Rusty thought, his mind struggling to process the unfamiliar sensations. His body felt completely different. There was a throbbing ache between his legs, a soreness that radiated through his hips and lower back. His hands were gripping something, one holding onto the edge of a plush sofa for support, the other around a thick, cylindrical object that moved rhythmically in his grasp.

Rusty’s confusion deepened as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. The weight on his chest felt unnatural, like something heavy and unfamiliar was hanging from his body, swaying with each movement. The taste in his mouth was salty and unpleasant, and he could feel something pressing against his lips, moving in and out with a relentless rhythm.

“Wait… what the hell?” Rusty’s mind raced, trying to piece together the fragmented sensations. He attempted to pull back, but his body seemed uncoordinated, as if it wasn’t his own. He finally managed to jerk his head away, spitting out whatever had been in his mouth, and felt a sudden wave of nausea as the realization hit him - he had been s***g on a man’s penis.

His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening in shock. He was on all fours, his face flushed and sweaty, with long, black hair cascading around his shoulders. His body was moving on its own, his hips swaying back and forth as another man thrust into him from behind.

“Maria, what the fuck?” the guy on the sofa grunted, which dick is sticking out in front of Rusty's nose "Get back down there!".

“Hey, what’s going on? You were loving it just a second ago.” Another guy's voice sounded behind Rusty while he with greate difficult moves himself out from this situation, falling face-down onto the floor

"Who the fuck are you talking to, assholes?" he shouted hoarsely, but the words came out in Rosa’s voice - soft, sultry, with a heavy Mexican accent, albeit with an irritated tone.

Rusty’s thoughts raced as he clutched his head, trying to make sense of the situation. Where the hell am I? Who are these assholes? And who the fuck am I now?

Memories that weren’t his began flooding into his mind, one after another, fast and disorienting. Maria... no, that wasn’t right, it's fake name for these assholes. Rosa... Rosa Gutierrez, a prostitute from a nearby town. She had been hired for the entire night by these men.

“Rosa,” Rusty whispered, the name feeling foreign on his lips. He suddenly knew everything about her. She was 26, born in Mexico, and had crossed the border illegally when she was just 15. Life had been brutal ever since—one hardship after another. A failed career as an actress, years spent living with abusive boyfriends, and now this—selling herself just to make ends meet.

"No, no, this can’t be happening,” he muttered to himself in still Rosa's Mexican accent, turning away and going somewhere from the apartment.

One of the men grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him back to the present. “Where do you think you’re going, puta?” he sneered, his hand pulling Rosa’s arm roughly. “We’re not done with you yet.”

“Let go of me!” Rosa shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. She tried to pull away, but the man was stronger, much stronger. He pushing her down onto the sofa.

“Don’t play games, puta! You know the deal. We paid for the whole night, and you’re not going anywhere until we get our money’s worth.” He grinned down at her with a disgusting, sleazy smile, but then frowned as another guy appeared at his shoulder, waving something in his face.

"Okay, break. In the meantime, dance for us!" he commanded Rosa in a mock authoritarian tone, while she stared back with huge, frightened eyes, realizing from her new memories that she better not argue with these guys.