(F4A) I lie here, the soft cushion beneath me a stark contrast to the harsh reality of my predicament. My wrists, bound tightly behind my back, ache from the constant pressure of the rope. The gag in my mouth, woven and slightly rough, presses against my
In an infinite number of universes, there'd be countless versions where Elizabeth simply becomes a fucktoy for monsters or a seedbed for tentacles. (D-Rex)