The group of us underneath the group turned into a little kula. We felt kinship. We started exploring what we could do with her body. One guy put his face between her thighs to eat her. She started moaning. Someone else put his thumbs in her mouth. She started sucking it. Someone squeezed her other nipple hard. Her hand wrapped around his hand to encourage him to squeeze harder to inflict pain on her. All the while, her eyes and face looked like she was super high and gone.

Someone got his pants off and started fucking her. They rolled them over so that someone else could penetrate her ass. A third guy was quick to get his cock in her mouth. I realized that I had missed out by being too slow. The sexual nature took me by surprise, but she wasn't fighting back. She was just completely relaxed and high like a kite. Her scrawny body was being handled by a dozen of us guys. That's twenty-four hands on her. Dust from the ground started clinging to her skin.

The power was cut suddenly. We sensed that someone had cut the power to the sound and lights because things were getting too much out of hand. As a herd, we felt instant panic. We started running. At first, we were simply running out of panic to being caught. Then we started running toward the exit to escape. I was slammed against a porter potty by the people behind me. They kept pushing against my body until the porter potty tumbled over. I lay flat on top of it but quickly jumped to my feet to avoid getting trampled. I was running again with the crowd. At one point, I kicked my shin on hard metal. I saw what it was for a second. It was a stretcher. We had stormed through the medical tent.

By the time, I got there, the ten feet tall chainlink metal fence of the venue was flat on the ground. With more space, we could run faster, our legs flying. From there, we spilled into the streets of the city. I felt like I was disappearing after a few turns on the pavement. Only a light group of people was left next to me. We heard police sirens in the distance encouraging us to keep moving away.

"You never talk about this! You never say that you were there! You never acknowledge this concert ever happened! That's the only way to stay out of jail," a pale-faced lanky guy in shorts with a bare chest and only one shoe on told me that and then turned to the next person. He was in a panic.

I gave my T-shirt to a naked woman who wore it as a dress, walking barefoot through the grimy city streets. She didn't say thank you. She didn't look back. She simply walked away.

I think shock set in for all of us to what had happened. In the moment, reality had felt suspended. Simply walking without the pumping music and energy allowed our thoughts to catch up. Reality felt stark. I started feeling my body again. I started feeling the soreness of my muscles and bruises all over. My neck felt sore like someone must have slammed on top of my head at one point.