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.... Show more