In a rented Los Angeles mansion, a 20-year-old Chinese American girl is on all fours on a white fur rug. Her breasts are grotesquely enormous, each the size of a human head, veined, flabby, dragging on the floor. Her areolae are brown and wide as saucers. Thick dark pubic hair covers her mons and inner thighs, matted with fluid. She cannot breathe under the weight of her own chest. Around her, tall white girls—flat-chested, hairless, pale—point phones, laugh, chant. None are touched. Behind her, a line of muscular Black men, cocks erect. One fucks her mouth, hands gripping her jaw. Two fuck her vagina—one thrusts while another waits his turn. Another fucks her anus. A fourth kneels between her legs and pushes into her vagina alongside the first. A fifth shoves his cock into her mouth beside the first, stretching her lips. A sixth enters her anus as the first pulls out. She is penetrated in every hole simultaneously. Multiple cocks in her mouth. Multiple cocks in her cunt. Multiple cocks in her ass. The white girls squirt champagne on her back, piss on her face, call her “animal” and “thing.” Her eyes are empty. Drool and semen drip from her chin. Her monstrous breasts flop violently, slapping the rug, her own arms, her own face. She moans—pain or pleasure, she does not know. One white girl films close-up between her legs. Another kicks her head down into her own vomit. The men keep coming, keep pumping, keep replacing. She is a hole, a sow, a broken doll. She does not resist. She stopped wanting to be anything else.