As hours pass, the train slows down and eventually comes to a stop. The girls have already abandoned you for other amusements along the way, leaving you all alone in your own filth and shame. You try to pull yourself together, but every time you look at your pathetic little dicklet, all hope seems to drain away again.

Eventually, the train door slides open and a lone figure walks inside. It's Arshia, looking worse for wear himself after being tossed off by the mean girls earlier.

You watch as Arshia takes a seat across from you, his gaze fixed on something outside the window. "So," he mutters after a while, "you're still here." There's no trace of sympathy in his voice. In fact, it almost sounds like he's proud of what happened to you.

"Just leave me alone," you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. You can feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

But Arshia just laughs. "No fun in that,"

Finally mustering up enough courage, you manage to stand shakily and climb out of the train. As you step off the platform and into the bustling station, a realization washes over you: there's no going back now. The girls on that train have marked you as theirs, and they won't hesitate to come after you if you try to run again.

With a heavy heart, you begin to make your way through the crowd, constantly glancing over your shoulder in paranoia.

You sprint down the street, weaving in and out of pedestrians as fast as you can. Your heart is pounding in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You have no idea where to go or what to do, but you know one thing for certain: you cannot go back to the all-girl train.

As you round a corner, you duck into an alleyway and collapse against a dumpster, trying to catch your breath.