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Melody with her perfect pale skin is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. After the car stops, she’s yanked out and hauled down a storm cellar. She fades into darkness.Her wrists are bent behind a pole. She sinks to the ground, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her bit, merely to let her know who is boss. He then kneels over her, his crotch in her face. He vibrates her till she comes. It’s a way of possessing everything, her delight. He leaves her. She settles in to the night. Cold concrete flooring, implacable steel round her wrists and ankles. Like a part of a long ago dream, her toenails are painted reddish. It is a nightmare, indeed. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her stink. He dumps a heap of grain on the floor. She eats. He drops a pail of water near her mind. Then it’s time for just a tiny breathplay by inflating a dildo deep inside her throat. He makes her come again, writhing and crying. From relief? From fear? When he leaves her this time, she can not lie , just sit and wait patiently. He needs her to come to his bed voluntarily. But she will not. Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her mouth. A stim locked inside her. Move those stones on the market, ” he says. She clatters as she walks. He is wearing a coat in the cold air. She is naked. She slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. He then orders her to lie face down into the muck. So what choice does she need? Of course it’s shameful. Perhaps if she consented to sleep on his bed, it’d finish. Surely there’s a point at which she will break. We have to suppose that she will.Of course.