Stuffed beneath the desk & walled in by his body in the chair. Burning in my shoulders & neck because humans aren’t meant for this too-small space. I think about shifting ever so slightly to relax the hot pain because I know he isn’t watching me & won’t even notice. “No”, I tell myself, “that would be dishonest”. My comfort doesn’t matter in this. As a matter of fact, I’m supposed to be uncomfortable. That’s how opposite of important I am. I hear the buzz of the computer’s mechanical heart pumping with electricity & the sound of meat moaning on the screen. Suddenly, without word, he pulls my face upwards by a fistful of hair & I taste the hot, salty pump of liquid hit my mouth & the back of my throat & my brain cums right along with him because my job is complete.

-Doll