Adult content/trigger warnings: depiction of being held captive
There is a room. It is on the second floor. The floor and walls are plywood. There is no finished ceiling. There are exposed 2x4s above with one work lamp attached in the corner. Sound carries and echoes. It is hollow and void of feeling.
There is a room. It is on the second floor. The floor and walls are plywood. There is no finished ceiling. There are exposed 2x4s above with one work lamp attached in the corner. Sound carries and echoes. It is hollow and void of feeling.
You find yourself in the center of the room with your hands attached above your head to a beam. You have no clothes. The only thing touching your skin is the rope around your wrists and feet. The panties you used to have on are now stuffed in your mouth and duct taped over. You've been here for what seems like forever. Your shoulders are tired from being above your head. Your legs ache from standing in one spot.
You hear a door close on the floor below your room. Then you hear the sound of heavy footsteps ascending the wooden stairs...
Thump...thump...thump
Closer and louder...
Thump...thump...thump
You begin to squirm and worry...
Thump...thump...thump
Figit against your restraints...
Thump...thump...thump
Tears well in your eyes...
And the foot steps stop. The shadow steps through the doorway and drops a bag with a loud thud. He slowly walks to you with a sneer on his face. He stops as close as he can to you without touching you. You feel his breath on your neck. You feel the heat from his skin. He leans in and his whiskers drag across your ear...
"I'm sorry I have to do this, but I can't help myself."
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