You thought you would eventually escape your imprisonment from my fart cage yet here you are... still locked up... surviving on nothing more than my foul farts. You are so hungry... so thirsty... so depraved. You don't know what day it is... the days all seem the same. In the mornings, the cover is pulled from your cage and you see my face... you hear my cruel words... and you know it is coming...

The disgusting foul gas that fills the room. Day after day... you crave the nights. Sure your cage is covered again but atleast the air you breathe is fresh... if only for a couple of hou... Show more