Lie on the cold concrete floor, shackled spread eagle. My body aches from the ni

lie on the cold concrete floor, shackled spread eagle. My body aches from the nights spent tied up, my skin marked by the whips and chains you used on me. Yet despite my suffering, there is something inside me that refuses to give up hope. Maybe one day, you will see that I am not just a plaything for you. That I am capable of loving someone who deserves me. Until then, all I can do is wait and dream of the day when you finally set me free.