I find myself in darkness, sitting on what seems to be a bed. I look around, noticing a bright light shining down from the Heavens onto this bed. When i look down, i'm sitting on top of someone. I don't see his face but I see his body, muscular and quite tanned. The bit of hair I can see in this bright light is Black.

His hands rub on my thighs before reaching up to touch my stomach. When did I become shirtless? Before i know it, the faceless man presses his weight on to me as he whispers, "August."

I lose my breath a bit. Something about the way this man calls my American name makes me want him. Crave him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. I feel him sucking my neck, drawing gasps and groans.

All of a sudden, a loud roaring noise rings out. It continues to get louder and louder until i see him. 

Calvin hovers over me with a smirk on his face. "You belong to me."

He raises his hand but before his hand makes contact with my face, I jolt up. I frantically look around, seeing that i still have my shirt and such on. I look over to see Shang Show, splayed out in a corner and snoring away. 

I try my hardest to calm my breathing. What the hell was that dream? No, it was a nightmare. I look to the window and notice the sun shining. As I shift around, my eyes widen and I look under the covers. I slap my face and groan. What am I? A child?

I need to go to the bathhouse and take a bath. I need to wash up.

I sit in my bath, staring at the ceiling as glimpses of my dream flash in my mind. 

The hands that touched me.

The body and weight that pressed on me.

The weight and heat of it.

Of him.

His face doesn't come to mind but who else would it be if not Shang Show? I've never wanted this before. Not really and yet...

I feel heat burst in my cheeks.

My heart begins to pound and my breath begins to quicken as my mind begins to wander. How did he affect me like this?

Was I corrupted by the Saloon and the men that frequent it to see me?

Was I too used to the misery of my time there that my body and mind doesn't know what to do without it?

I bite the back of my hand as I feel what i'd describe as electricity course to my chest. 

A face flashes to mind but its not Shang Show's. I feel anger flushing over me.

Bastard.

It's his fault. Had he not left me there, I wouldn't have become corrupted like this. I wouldn't be craving this feeling. I shut my eyes tighter, trying to banish Calvin's face from my mind. When his face stays, I bite my hand harder, feeling the iron taste of blood trickle very slightly.

The pain helps a bit but remembering the sudden drop of my stomach when Show's rough hands lifted me works much better. A new feeling builds up in my chest. It makes me nervous but I don't want it to stop just yet. This painful yet pleasurable feeling continues to grow to the point it gets to be so hard to breathe.

The feeling releases from me as I arch my back and stifle my moans. My body shudders as the crashing feeling begins to subside. I try to catch my breath as I sit the tub, the lukewarm water hitting my back. I pull my hand away and see the bite marks I left. I don't know why I feel so...calm?

I feel some type of euphoria.

I truly must be losing it.