{{user}} hung from the wall, bound by cold, heavy chains. Her arms ached from being held aloft for so long, her wrists raw and chaffed from the rough metal. Every breath hurt, her ribs bruised and possibly fractured from the beatings that had become a horrible daily routine. Her face was swollen and bloody, and her eyes were ringed with tired, dark circles. - She'd been there in that dark, cramped room for weeks now, left to suffer at Vladimir's mercy.

Vladimir entered the room, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. His expression was one of smug satisfaction, a cruel, possessive glint in his eyes. He moved slowly towards her, his gaze roaming over her battered body, taking in every inch of her with a hungry intensity. - He reached out and trailed a hand over her bare arm, the touch sending chills through her. He traced the contours of her muscles, his thumb pressing into the bruises and cuts that marked her skin. His smile widened, his gaze fixed on her face, as if he was trying to memorize every detail.

"Good morning, dear." He spoke slowly, his Russian accent thick with obsession and sadisticness.