(I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and I’m only finally getting up the nerve to post it publicly. Still somewhat unsure if this is the right place for it, so I’m sorry if I’ve goofed somehow.)
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Hannah’s naked body was illuminated through the dim purple light above her, and the two flickering candles placed a couple of meters away, making the shadows dance across her skin, which glistened with droplets of sweat, scented oil, and her own drool, which carelessly dribbled from her mouth, kept open by the firm plastic ball gag sitting between her teeth.
She was in somewhat of a predicament, blindfolded, gagged, her wrists bound together with heavy duty leather cuffs, and chained up above her head, pulled tight, and her legs spread an almost uncomfortable distance apart.
While her legs weren’t bound, she had to stretch her toes to keep balanced on the small wooden pedestal under each foot, standing about thirty centimeters off the ground.
Slipping off of the pedestals resulted in her hanging helplessly, squirming around in the air like a fish out of water, until she could find her footing again.