As I lay upon the dining table, bound tightly with ropes securing my hands, feet, and head, a piece of tape seals my lips shut, rendering me voiceless. Above me, a slow, steady drip of water cascades onto my face, each drops a poignant reminder of my constrained existence. In this surreal tableau, I am the captive of my creation, a tableau of vulnerability and restraint, where the only sound is the rhythmic patter of water against my skin.

UNLOCK NOW!!!

As I lay upon the dining table, bound tightly with ropes securing my hands, feet, and head, a piece of tape seals my lips shut, rendering me voiceless. Above me, a slow, steady drip of water cascades onto my face, each drops a poignant reminder of my constrained existence. In this surreal tableau, I am the captive of my creation, a tableau of vulnerability and restraint, where the only sound is the rhythmic patter of water against my skin.

UNLOCK NOW!!!