bamaboy @bamaboy
The darkness surrounds me like a shroud. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and moldy stone. I'm not sure how long I've been here or why I'm trapped in this godforsaken place. My wrists ache from the taut rope that binds them above my head, leaving me suspended like a puppet on strings. My feet barely touch the cold, hard ground beneath my bare heels.
I try to recall the events that led me to this forsaken place. The last thing I remember is being dragged into these dimly lit corridors by some unseen force. Panic set in as I realized I was alone and at the mercy of whoever had brought me here. Now, I'm left with nothing but my own terror to keep me company.
My eyes wander around the dingy dungeon, searching for any sign of escape or hope. But all I see are stone walls, flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the ground. My gaze falls upon the state I find myself in - cum stains my face and breasts, a grim reminder of the cruel fate that's been inflicted upon me. I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes as despair washes over me once more.
A faint noise catches my attention, drawing my focus to the far corner of the room. A figure emerges from the shadows, its features obscured by the gloom. My heart quickens in fear as it begins to move towards me with deliberate, measured steps. I can feel its presence
