bamaboy @bamaboy
She’s been held captive in this damp, dark dungeon for what feels like an eternity. The only light comes from a flickering torch that casts eerie shadows on the walls. Her arms are stretched above her head, bound tightly by cold metal cuffs that dig into her wrists. She can feel the weight of her own despair bearing down on her, crushing her beneath its oppressive bulk.
As she stands there, her eyes scan the dingy surroundings, searching for a glimmer of hope. But all she sees is darkness and decay. The walls are cracked and moldy, the air thick with the stench of rotting food. She can feel the dampness seeping into her bones, chilling her to the core.
She thinks back to the last time she saw her family, her friends – anyone who might have come looking for her. But they must have given up hope long ago. They probably assumed she was dead, lost forever in this forsaken place. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
