My head was pounding.

Grunt.

Fuck, stop the pounding.

Blood had dried on my face. The smell of sweat and blood was overwhelming.

My stomach was starting to turn. The urge to upchuck was getting stronger by the second.

Turning sideways, I noticed I was on the floor.

Fallen asleep again or passed out on the fucking floor.

That was going to hurt like a motherfucker. Where was Jerksper, that fucker?

The only problem was he was nowhere and I wasn't alone.

Who was this bitch?

Naked.

Then I became aware so was I...

I blacked out again.

Meaning who knows what the fuck I've been up to and who I've fucked all night.

Welcome to my life.