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I'm on my back on the desk, my legs held high in the air by your hands, and everything is a mess of yellow and brown. I can’t breathe right because the piss is hitting my face so hard it’s going up my nose and filling my mouth. I’m gagging and swallowing, my throat working fast to keep from drownin…

I'm on my back on the desk, my legs held high in the air by your hands, and everything is a mess of yellow and brown. I can’t breathe right because the piss is hitting my face so hard it’s going up my nose and filling my mouth. I’m gagging and swallowing, my throat working fast to keep from drowning in my own salt. Then you pick up the photo. It’s the picture of my family—my kids, my life—and it’s dripping with my own warm piss. The paper is soft and warped, and you’re holding it right over my e