silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I've been trapped in this dark and eerie dungeon for what feels like an eternity. My long, raven-black hair cascades down my pale skin like a waterfall of night, framing my heart-shaped face with its high cheekbones and pointed chin. I'm a petite thing, but I'm proud of my slender physique - it's been honed through years of living in this dimly lit prison.
My body is taut and lean, toned from the countless hours I've spent crawling through narrow tunnels and climbing treacherous walls. My breasts are perhaps my most striking feature - they're large and perky, with dark nipples that seem to beckon like a siren's call. They're often pressed against the cold stone floor as I lie on my back, waiting for some kind of relief from this never-ending darkness.
I've grown accustomed to the constant presence of fear lurking in every shadowy corner of this place - it's a companion I've learned to live with over the years. My dark hair is always tousled and disheveled, giving me a wild and feral appearance that seems fitting for someone who has been trapped here for so long. Despite everything, there's something about myself that remains beautiful - perhaps it's my ability to hold onto hope in the face of such desolation.
