Chapter 3The Park by Day and the Heart-Sign at Dawn

A little buzzing toy tucked inside her, streaks of wet seeping through the black stockings, she was walked around all day. The park toilet was too filthy, so they simply had her kneel outside — in the end they came all over her face, and unhurriedly smeared it in for her. And that heart-sign selfie at dawn, she unsent a full minute later.