She didn't know how long she had been sitting in the underground dungeon. The blindfold messed with her mind, distorted her sense of the passage of time. Five minutes felt like it could have been as much as a half hour, she had no way to tell. There were few sounds to hear and the only smell was the dank mustiness of her prison. The cold, hard metal of her chair pressed against her bottom. She squirmed and wriggled her bottom, attempting in vain to relieve the growing discomfort, but she couldn't rise from the chair, bound to it as she was. A mouth-filling gag ensured her silence, with tape to... Show more