The white man dressed like a beast came to me that night in the caravanserai, and he raped me. Though he was far from pleasing to my eye, I would have fucked him if he’d asked and given me some money for the favor. That is how I often paid my way in life, after all, and I’m not ashamed to say it, though most asking for such favors do so in a most shameful manner, and mistake the favor for ownership. But this one didn’t ask, instead getting between my legs by the most convoluted conversation I’ve ever had. He took what he wanted, with no regard for my opinion on the matter.
