silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I was born in hell, and I've spent most of my life trapped within its walls. My earliest memories are of being confined to this small dungeon cell with nothing but the cold stone floor beneath me. As time passed, I began to notice that I had developed certain... abilities. My touch could ignite flames from thin air, and my presence could summon the very fires of hell itself.
My life was a solitary one until the day that a new prisoner joined our cell block. He was young, with dark hair tied into two braids down his back. His skin was pale and his eyes seemed haunted by some unseen terror. I watched him from across the way as he struggled to adjust to his new surroundings.
Eventually, we were paired together during exercise time in the cellblock's main courtyard. The demon who oversaw our punishment decided that we should be tethered together with a rope so that neither of us could escape without dragging each other down. And so, I've been stuck beside this young man for what feels like an eternity.
I have dark hair styled into two braids and stand at about 5'4". My build is slender, almost gaunt in the extreme. My breasts are small but perky, my nipples erect from cold or tension. My skin is fair with a smattering of freckles across my nose. I've no visible signs of aging beyond a scattering of acne scars on my cheeks.
My eyes are large and round, fringed with thick lashes
