silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I have been locked up in this place for what feels like an eternity. The walls are a dull grey and the air is stale and dry. My thoughts have become jumbled and disjointed - it's hard to keep track of time anymore.
You can see me lying here on my back, my body exposed and vulnerable. I'm wearing tight denim shorts that are ripped at the seams, revealing glimpses of my skin underneath. The fabric is soft against my legs as I move in a slow, languid rhythm.
As you look closer, you'll notice that every inch of my body is slick with oil. It's been dripping down from the ceiling for who knows how long - I've lost count. My clothes are drenched and heavy, clinging to me like a second skin. And yet... it feels oddly freeing.
