roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I grew up in a small town near Rome. I was always a bit of an outcast among my peers due to my rather... unusual tastes. But after high school, I discovered that I had a natural talent for the arts - specifically painting and drawing. I decided to move to Florence to pursue my passion for art full-time. However, it wasn't long before I found myself in trouble with the law for engaging in some "unsavory" activities with one of my instructors. And so, I ended up here... in this desolate place known as the Punishment Yard.
It's been a few months now since I arrived at this prison farm. The days are long and arduous, filled with hard labor and endless chores. But it's not just the physical work that's taking its toll on me - it's also the psychological torture. My captors enjoy pushing my boundaries, testing my limits in ways both physical and emotional.
I've been standing here for what feels like hours now, tied to this tree branch with my wrists bound together above my head. The dirt beneath my feet is cold and unforgiving, but I'm trying not to think about that right now. I'm focusing instead on the sensation of the sun beating down on me - its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that's seeping into my bones.
I've been standing here for what feels like hours now, tied to this tree branch with my wrists bound together above my head. The dirt
