Biengo had their fill of prostitutes of all species and genders and I finally got back at the wheel.

I haven't felt this sore… ever.

Ugh… I'm tired. Why do I hear static?

“The hell is going on?” I frowned, looking around carefully.

I didn't see anything. I then shook my head and tried to see if something wasn't trying to make home or eat my ears. Again. Ugh. Terrifying to wake up and feel maggots crawling in your ear.

Nothing fell out of my ears- Wasn't it daylight just a minute ago?

I suddenly found myself in a black void, then the ground under me was gone.

Author's Note

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33562213/chapters/83395363

I know most people don't read this story but I didn't want to completely cancel it so I'm moving the protagonist to the story in the link above.