He woke up to a dull ache at the back of his head.  The iron taste of blood was fresh on his tongue.  He frowned and instantly regretted it, his eyes tearing up from the pain of a cracked lip.  He tried to recall what had transpired:

An anime convention.

Stupid rave.

Horny neckbeards chasing him down.

A fight.

He turned over to his side and discovered a pool of blood under him.  [i]Thank God[/i], he thought.  He thought he pissed himself.  He managed to glance down at his waist.  For some reason, it really hurt down there.  He stifled a sob from the sight of bloody hand prints over his thighs.  

[i]What the fuck did they do to me?[/i]

[i]Is this what they meant when they said I had to...[/i]

[center][i]Get kid?[/i][/center]