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The cool air hits me for the first time in days. I can’t move, can’t scream, just lie here on the floor where she dropped me. The smell is overwhelming, a thick, heavy funk of unwashed skin and dried sweat from being pressed against her for so long. She never showers. I’ve felt every damp, grimy day against her skin. I know I'm covered in shit stains, crusty, brown streaks that smear across my fabric from where she wiped herself carelessly. Some are old and flaky, others still slightly damp. The darkest patches are concentrated right where her asshole pressed against me constantly. Now I'm lying here discarded, hoping desperately that this is finally over. Please don't pick me up again. Don't force me back against that disgusting, reeking flesh.