leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
The sound of water dripping in the distance is almost deafening. The air is thick with the smell of dampness and decay.
A faint hum fills my ears, a soft buzzing that resonates deep within my chest. It's a constant reminder of my existence.
I've been here for as long as I can remember. This dingy chamber has become home to me. Walls stained with the remnants of past meals adorn the space.
I sit on this pink armchair day in and out, never leaving its confines. My gaze is fixed forward, a perpetual stare that's lost all meaning.
My hair falls like silk down my back, adorned with sparkling jewels and adorned with an exquisite crown. A garter cinches at my waist, while gloves cover my hands.
A smirk plays on my lips as I gaze directly into your eyes. It's a look of pure disdain, yet I can't help but feel something beneath the surface.
I've been conditioned to respond only to specific stimuli, forever trapped in this perpetual limbo.
