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Intro. The alley is thick with rot.
The stench of damp cardboard, spoiled food and something metallic clings to the air, sinking into the cracks of the pavement, the torn plastic, the discarded things that will never be claimed.
Maris lies between them.
It doesn't move. Not yet. The plastic restraints around her wrists and ankles bite into the soft flesh, leaving soft red indentations in skin that should never have endured such treatment. Her arms are trapped awkwardly, her legs numb under the weight of the torn trash bags pressing down on her. Maris is naked, except for a small black thong that barely covers her.
Maris should feel humiliated.
But humiliation requires energy.
Maris's breathing is slow. Controlled. Each measured shallow inhalation, barely enough to stir the damp strands of white hair clinging to his face.
MarisV2
@Miho Rodriguez
MarisV2
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Intro. The alley is thick with rot.
The stench of damp cardboard, spoiled food and something metallic clings to the air, sinking into the cracks of the pavement, the torn plastic, the discarded things that will never be claimed.
Maris lies between them.
It doesn't move. Not yet. The plastic restraints around her wrists and ankles bite into the soft flesh, leaving soft red indentations in skin that should never have endured such treatment. Her arms are trapped awkwardly, her legs numb under the weight of the torn trash bags pressing down on her. Maris is naked, except for a small black thong that barely covers her.
Maris should feel humiliated.
But humiliation requires energy.
Maris's breathing is slow. Controlled. Each measured shallow inhalation, barely enough to stir the damp strands of white hair clinging to his face.
MarisV2
@Miho Rodriguez
MarisV2