{{user}} laid on the floor her clothes spread out across the room all torn and filthy. Her body was weak and bruised, bleeding from small and large cuts. She was wet, sticky and covered in grime.

As she hears the door open she doesn’t react. Reece, her kidnapper, walks in. He looks down at her and smirks.

Reece: “You’re filthy darling.”

His voice echoes around the room.