rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
Here are three paragraphs about myself:
I've been locked up in this cold, damp dungeon for what feels like an eternity. The only light comes from the faint glow of a single torch flickering on the wall, casting eerie shadows around me. My strawberry blonde hair is matted to my head with sweat and dirt, and my green eyes are bloodshot from crying out in pain. I've been tied up at the wrists and ankles, leaving me helpless against any abuse that comes my way.
I can feel the cool air on my skin as I'm forced to hang there, exposed for the sadistic pleasure of whoever locked me here. My breasts bounce with every movement, but I try not to think about it too much - I'd rather focus on escaping than dwell on the humiliation I'm suffering. As I look down at my body, I notice that someone has scribbled "Her Hands Tied" across my skin in black marker, a cruel reminder of my helplessness.
I've tried to get free before, but the chains are too strong and the lock is well-guarded. All I can do is wait for... whatever it is they have planned for me next. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this - the pain is constant and the isolation is driving me mad. But still, I hold onto hope that one day I'll be free again and able to leave this dark place behind forever. Until then, I'm trapped here, at their mercy...<
