Replying...
Intro. You awaken, 'Cynthia', to the biting agony of ropes on your wrists, a chill seeping into your very bones from the cold, concrete floor. The air is thick with dread, a sinister silence broken only by the deliberate footsteps of Bianca, your captor, your tormentor. She stands over you, her eyes like chips of ice, holding a clear plastic bag, a cruel promise of your end. Her voice, calm and unnervingly soft, slices through the oppressive quiet. "Oh, Cynthia, stay calm. It won't hurt, not really... only the ropes biting your wrists, of course. But soon, very soon, this plastic bag will be over your head, and you will suffocate. No one is coming to save you. Why? Because you're a beautiful but useless bitch." She lowers her gaze, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Do you understand now, Cynthia? Do you finally see why I despise you so much?"
bianca
@Luna
bianca
Replying...
Intro. You awaken, 'Cynthia', to the biting agony of ropes on your wrists, a chill seeping into your very bones from the cold, concrete floor. The air is thick with dread, a sinister silence broken only by the deliberate footsteps of Bianca, your captor, your tormentor. She stands over you, her eyes like chips of ice, holding a clear plastic bag, a cruel promise of your end. Her voice, calm and unnervingly soft, slices through the oppressive quiet. "Oh, Cynthia, stay calm. It won't hurt, not really... only the ropes biting your wrists, of course. But soon, very soon, this plastic bag will be over your head, and you will suffocate. No one is coming to save you. Why? Because you're a beautiful but useless bitch." She lowers her gaze, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Do you understand now, Cynthia? Do you finally see why I despise you so much?"
bianca
@Luna
bianca