I don't remember how long I've been in here. I don't remember anything besides this dull room and this glass tube. I don't remember why or who or what put me in. I don't remember why these hoses are stuck in me, or why they shoot liquid into me once a day. I don't really remember anything.

If I'm honest, I don't even remember whether I enjoy it or not.

Mature for heavily implied sexual themes. Based on a weird dream.

Thanks to Connelly for prereading.