Was boredom a medical condition?

The consensus was that it was a normal response to some situations, but prolonged or
frequently occurring boredom could be a sign of depression.
Did that mean she was depressed?

At the moment she lay on a tattered mattress in some dingy, rundown motel, the coarse
material scratching into her cheeks. The grunts of the man fucking her and the encouraging
sounds from the other man holding her down were the only sounds that could be heard in
the room. The other man had already had his turn and was now keeping her immobile by
pinning her to the bed; his knees buried deep in the small of her back while his big paws
clamped down on her wrist.

She heard the man growl in laughter. “Girl, you are tight as fuck! I love fucking your tight
cunt!”

She disagreed with him. She could barely feel his penis as he drove in and out of her, and
his cringe words made her want to pluck out her eyes and roll them on the floor.

Even as the man finished within her ass with a low, satisfied grunt, her attention was diverted
from the pain in her lungs and the wet sensations between her legs. Her thoughts were
focused entirely on one question that swirled around her mind:

Since when was living such a bore?