If I had known that I was going to be confined to that floor for 3 years, I could have taken my life.
Every single day, I had to remind myself that one day, I will be fine.
But I was only met with disappointment every time.
I got used to getting fucked and would pray I wouldn't have to do anything more than sex.
These years, I requested so many things from my first brother just to make my sex life bearable.
All my brothers were unreasonable, asking me to have sex for a long time, reckless, rough. They asked for bondage and sex plays whatnot. It was only because of my first brother that every part of my body is still functioning and pristine.
But in turn, I had to do so many things, like to have sex twins at the same time, only individual sex with triples, give blowjob to that nerd if I can't have sex, sleep naked with ninth brother, have nipple piercings for second brother etc.
I only hope I will be healthy, listen to music and go outside. I want to visit the beach and parks maybe just a sidewalk along the trees on the road.
Today, my first brother came to me and said I could have breakfast together with all other brothers in the dining room.
It was not believable. I was in daze. I thought it was a dream until I sat on the chair in the dining room.
All my brothers were there. As I sat there, I was reminded of my memory 3 years ago, where I was sitting in the same chair eating the food my brothers have fed me.
I trembled a little in the memory and just kept silent.
I sat next to my first brother. They served me food. It was normal. I just kept eating while all my brothers were talking and kept taking turns to feed me food.