fishface (fishyfishface) wrote in cadavre_exquis,
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Bound

My hands are bound, I'm on my knees. I can't see a thing, but I can smell a bonfire in the distance. I hear in the distance a motorcycle driving on gravel. I don't know how long I've been here. All I know is that I have been teased, taunted, humiliated. They haven't touched me in a nice way. The whip used hours ago still stings wickedly across my shoulders. There is a hole ripped in my jeans, but I am not wearing anything else. Then, from behind me, I hear her voice...
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