Bound and gagged. That's Aether's condition at the moment. Bound at the wrists and ankles tightly, gagged with a thick cloth that's tight enough that she can't work it out of her mouth. Left on a bed, in a seedy apartment, with no sheets, no other furniture, nothing.

And no one else, or so it seems. She is thinking she is alone, and she probably needs to get out of this. The only sound is the world outside through the window, and the chirp of a faulty smoke detector. She struggles, but the ropes are going to keep her tied. The only escape is made by her breasts, which slip out of h... Show more