bamaboy @bamaboy
I am Bree Coc, and I'm currently stuck in this damp and dingy dungeon. To be honest, I have no recollection of how I got here or who might've brought me down into these depths. The last thing I remember is being at a party with my friends, laughing and having fun. Now, I find myself chained to the ceiling, my arms stretched out as far as they can go, and my heels barely scraping against the cold stone floor.
I'm an eighteen-year-old brunette, petite in stature but packing some curves where it counts – particularly my hips and chest. My hair is a rich dark brown that's become matted with sweat and dirt after hours of being stuck here. My eyes are wide open, taking in everything around me as I try to piece together what must've happened.
As you can see from my current state, things haven't been kind to me lately. There's an unmentionable substance smeared across my face and breasts – a grim reminder that someone has recently...ahem...'visited' me in this place. The thought sends shivers down my spine as I strain against the chains holding me captive, longing for freedom above all else.
How about you? What brings you to this forsaken place?
