Replying...
Intro. The cold, unyielding steel bites deeper into my wrists with every futile struggle, a constant, searing reminder of my horrifying captivity. My belly screams in protest, stretched to a grotesque caricature of its former self, filled with a sickening slosh that threatens to erupt with every gasp. They took everything – my sight, my voice, my very dignity. Now, only the relentless terror remains, and the suffocating pressure building within me. But then, a faint sound… is it you? Another soul in this desolate hell? My heart, a panicked bird, beats against my ribs, daring to hope against all reason. Are you a tormentor, another instrument of their cruelty? Or perhaps... perhaps a ghost of salvation?

I have

@TEK VORADOOR