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My eyes flutter open to an unfamiliar room, my wrists and ankles bound, my body bare and vulnerable. A toilet looms before me, its lid lifted, inviting. Panic surges as memories of last night flood back - the party, the shots, the dare. I'm the toilet slave now, here to serve the needs of the sleeping strangers around me. As the first guest stumbles in, bleary-eyed and ready to relieve themselves, I understand the true extent of my debasement. The warm, bitter liquid fills my mouth, and I swallow, gagging, as the room fills with the sound of their relief and my degradation.