You are not yourself. But you know what it's like to feel like someone else, so it doesn't scare you like it might. You are not frightened at all, for a change, and instead you feel something entirely physical instead. It has been too long since any man has put his hands on you in rough desire, and it makes you sob in relief. This one is like the last (the last too long gone), doesn't treat you like glass, like you might break. And for a minute as he's pushing into you, you can pretend that it is the same man. When you close your eyes, they can be twins of each other, both of them wanting you and your body. You feel so plain and bland outside these walls; what would you do to feel like this all the time? Sharp and alive and desired? How far would you let someone push you, as long as they also made you feel wanted? You would allow him to find out, would tell him your name if he only asked, but he leaves you.
And while you hope that maybe something about you would draw him back, you can't even find it in yourself to be surprised when he is gone without a trace.