micoba: Her days and nights were darkness and silence and inability to move more than a few inches.
micoba: Her days and nights were darkness and silence and inability to move more than a few inches. The basement room was just a little bit too cold to be comfortable, the chains to her collar made it impossible to do anything but kneel or stand. Once the door was closed, the place was like a tomb with only her breathing whistling through the nose holes of her face mask for company.She would have thought his visits would be the worst thing about her captivity, but it didn’t even take a week for her to first look forward to them, then they made her grateful. Then she tried to prolong them by giving him all he wanted and offering more.It took only a month for her to beg to sign the documents that would put everything she owned into a trust he controlled and gave him power of attorney over everything that concerned her. She became his slave and she was grateful that he had chosen to elevate her from the horror that was the lonely imprisonment she had endured, no matter his demands of her. -- source link