The harsh environment of your metal container makes rest impossible. Your own breathing echoes off the walls back to your sensitive ears. The bitter coldness emitting from each wall furthers your discomfort. Ashton placed a few pieces of paper over the top of your container, allowing very little light to peek through. Your throat is sore from the treacherous task you performed for her. You think hard on that.. “performed”. Are you just here as her tiny circus clown? For her amusement playing sick games? She’s truly wicked. How has she managed to never get caught? She plays her part so well....

The harsh environment of your metal container makes rest impossible. Your own breathing echoes off the walls back to your sensitive ears. The bitter coldness emitting from each wall furthers your discomfort. Ashton placed a few pieces of paper over the top of your container, allowing very little light to peek through. Your throat is sore from the treacherous task you performed for her. You think hard on that.. “performed”. Are you just here as her tiny circus clown? For her amusement playing sick games? She’s truly wicked. How has she managed to never get caught? She plays her part so well. TOO well. It’s unsettling. As long as you are in her captivity, you are not safe. You begin to contemplate the risk of trying to escape. How could you possibly escape? Looking up, the walls are absolutely impossible for you to climb. You reflect on the time you spent with her. She never takes her eyes off of you. Always staring with those haunting blue eyes. You shutter at the memory. She’s horrifyingly beautiful. How many times has she done this? How long can you possibly handle being treated this way? It’s already very obvious she has no plans of ever releasing you. Is it worth trying to escape? What other choice do you have? Stay and continue trying to please her? Which option has the worse outcome? You quickly perk up at the sound of a creaky floorboard. Your heart immediately begins pounding, sweat beading on your forehead and your fingertips quivering. The creaking grows louder as you hear the familiar sound of her stairs. The pounding of each footstep devastatingly loud inside your enclosure. As they grow louder, you quickly cover your ears and hunker down into a corner, pleading for it all to stop.

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