Brooklyn could hear the nails being driven in and imagined this was the end that she’d be buried alive like this to suffocate. It was bland. Xxnx In her panic she passed out. “I want to see it clean. It was bland. It was just pain there now. But it would have to wait. As she was distracted, taking in the object she was next to, the woman came back over to her and dropped a bowl on the floor next to her. “I am property, my only worth is the pleasure I bring”
“I am a toy to be played with by my owner”
“I am just meat, an animal to be consumed”
“Pleasing Sir is my only goal”
Over and over again. Pushing it open it was a small room with racks of leather straps, and all sorts of devices she didn’t really recognise.




















