Caught. Captured. Tortured. Trapped in a hood impossible to escape. In a leather cage. In her own world. Mentally tormented. Twisted until she can’t tell up from down. In a dizzy wonderland of pain and pleasure, fear and absolute helplessness, in a free fall in her dark depth. Punished for her imperfections. Suffering, yet exactly where she needs to be. And shall be kept. More and more. Harder and harder.

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