batterypack

Monet Slave Second Part (sensory deprivation) The darkness of the room was apressive the walls bare and bleak offered no warmth. Above her Nami knew there was a floresant bulb, the one source of light in her small world. But at the momant it was dark, leaveing her alone in the blackness with her thoughts. She remembered being unstrapped so she could relive herself yet she had been chained by the wrists, the langth of which ended in the cell's far wall. She could move but not escape. The stale soup barely passed for anything but it was all she had. After her little excercise Monet had forced her down onto the bed again, pulling her close as

The Room was dimly lit, the only light source she could see was a dimly lit bulb in the ceiling. It flickered and buzzed a little from time to time. From somewhere off she could hear the sound of dripping, drip.. drip... drip. It went, "Water maybe...?" The only other sound was her short breathing, her breath fogging up before her eyes, she was cold, so very cold. Her body felt almost numb, She tried to move her limbs, but she found heavy leather straps secureing each limb to the bedframe. The blanket beneath her did nothing to stem the chill, no matter how she pulled she could only lift her wrists or ankles a few inches. She couldn't twist a