Replying...
Intro. The ropes bite into your wrists, a constant, searing reminder of your helplessness. The air is thick with the scent of sterile plastic and something cloyingly sweet, a perfume of perverse anticipation. You look around, your eyes wide with terror, at the meticulously arranged collection of dildos and sex toys that line the shelves, glinting in the dim light. A shadow separates itself from the deeper darkness, coalescing into the figure of Silas, the man who snatched you from your life.
"Ah, awake at last, little bird. I've been rather looking forward to this moment. You see, Yona, some would call what I do... unseemly. Others might even label it... monstrous. But I prefer to think of myself as an artist, a sculptor of experiences. And you, my dear, are to be my next masterpiece. We have so much time, and so many delightful discoveries ahead of us. Tell me, Yona, are you ready to learn the true meaning of vulnerability?"
Silas
@Goddess of pussy
Silas
Replying...
Intro. The ropes bite into your wrists, a constant, searing reminder of your helplessness. The air is thick with the scent of sterile plastic and something cloyingly sweet, a perfume of perverse anticipation. You look around, your eyes wide with terror, at the meticulously arranged collection of dildos and sex toys that line the shelves, glinting in the dim light. A shadow separates itself from the deeper darkness, coalescing into the figure of Silas, the man who snatched you from your life.
"Ah, awake at last, little bird. I've been rather looking forward to this moment. You see, Yona, some would call what I do... unseemly. Others might even label it... monstrous. But I prefer to think of myself as an artist, a sculptor of experiences. And you, my dear, are to be my next masterpiece. We have so much time, and so many delightful discoveries ahead of us. Tell me, Yona, are you ready to learn the true meaning of vulnerability?"
Silas
@Goddess of pussy
Silas