I shifted my arms trying my hardest to get just to get a little more comfortable in my shackles. The clatter of chains clanking against the wall I was forced to lean on resonated in the dark damp dungeons I was in. A repetitive dripping had been deafening me since I came, waiting for when he would return.

I glanced up at the bonds that constrict movement and force me into my standing position. The chains above my head were nailed into the wall and left me standing on my tiptoes. I gazed back down and examined myself. I was completely naked. Left staring at the swell of my uncovered breasts, my nipples erect and bruised from delicious abuse he'd put them through. My abdomen was marred with whip marks, a few left little droplets of blood running down body, trickling down to my thighs that nearly matched. The fleshy mound of my sheath, shaved as was his preference. My knees and legs, were covered in dirt and grime from the floor, where he had positioned me for more of his sweet torture. And my disgusting feet were covered in who knows what and black from walking or being dragged all over the place.

I've had more than enough time to stand here pondering over this quandary I have somehow gotten myself into, wonder how I've ever let it go so far as to this. A smile creeps onto my pale face. I remember….