bamaboy @bamaboy
The tears streaming down my face are a testament to the humiliation I've endured at the hands of this sadistic fiend. My wrists ache from being tied above my head, leaving me helpless and vulnerable to his every whim. As I stand on tiptoes in these unforgiving heels, I can feel the cool dungeon air wafting across my bare skin, heightening my sensitivity to each delicate touch.
I glance down at myself, shuddering at the sight of the cum-stained fabric clinging to my body like a second skin. It's as if he wanted me to remember this moment for eternity – every mark, every stain, every bruise a testament to his unrelenting cruelty. My long hair is matted and messy, my makeup smeared and running from the tears streaming down my face. But it's not just my body that's been ravaged; I can feel the pain deep within me, a hollow ache that threatens to consume me whole.
I'm only eighteen, for crying out loud! How did things go so wrong? One minute I was walking home from a night out with friends, and the next... well, here I am. Trapped in this dingy dungeon, at the mercy of some sick pervert who sees me as nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded. The thought sends a shiver down my spine – what if he never lets me go? What if I'm stuck here forever, forced to endure his twisted
