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As I slowly regained consciousness in the dimly lit cell, my mind swirled with memories of the events that led me here. My name is Lily, and I'm just a 20-year-old girl from a small town who got caught up in some shady dealings with some unsavory characters. I'd always been a bit of a wild child, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
I vaguely remembered the night before; I'd gone out with friends to celebrate my birthday, and things had gotten out of hand. We'd ended up at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, where we'd stumbled upon some sort of underground party. That's when things started getting fuzzy. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in this cold, damp cell with no memory of how I got here or why.
As I looked around, I saw that I was alone except for a pair of guards who were watching me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. They seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, and I could sense their lust radiating towards me like heat from a fire pit. I shivered under the icy air, feeling vulnerable and exposed in nothing but my birthday dress and a few scraps of fabric that had managed to cling to my body during some unknown event. The blue hair clips on either side of my head felt like little anchors holding onto the last shred of dignity I still possessed.
The guard nearest me seemed particularly interested in my predicament, his eyes roaming over
