Melody together with her excellent pale pores and skin is locked within the trunk of a automobile, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the automobile stops, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. She disappears into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. She slowly sinks to the ground, sitting on chilly concrete. He manhandles her a bit, simply to let her know who’s boss. Then he kneels over her, his crotch in her face. He vibrates her till she comes. It is a method of proudly owning all the things, even her pleasure.
He leaves her. She settles in for the night time. Chilly concrete flooring, implacable metal round her wrists and ankles. Like part of a way back dream, her toenails are painted crimson.
It is a nightmare, actually. She wakes up mendacity in a puddle of her piss. He dumps a pile of grain on the ground. She eats. He drops a pail of water close to her head. Then it is time for a bit breathplay by inflating a dildo deep in her throat. He makes her come once more, writhing and screaming. From aid? From dread? When he leaves her this time, she will be able to’t lie down, solely sit and wait. He desires her to return to his mattress willingly. However she will not.
Metallic shackles and chain. A metallic gag in her mouth. A stim locked inside her. Transfer these stones over there, he says. She clatters as she walks. He is carrying a jacket within the chilly air. She’s bare. She slogs by way of muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then he orders her to lie face down within the muck. What alternative does she have? In fact it is humiliating. Possibly if she agreed to sleep in his mattress, it will finish.
Actually there is a level at which she’s going to break. We have now to imagine that she’s going to.
In fact.
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