I’m unsure how long I have been sitting on that chair tied up. I even tried making it fall to the side but the chair was attached to the floor with screws. And it seemed to be newly installed as well or high-quality ones. The chair didn't even move an inch no matter how much I was swinging back and forth. So I tried getting out of the robes and loosening them. But it only burned my wrists. So when I couldn’t make up another solution or cling to hope, I felt how I shut down. The wall suddenly had an extremely interesting spot and I kept staring at it, with no thoughts going around. My eyes went out of focus and I felt like a doll. I didn’t even look at my whip, the colour has disappeared leaving it grey and sad. Looking at it just made me feel more defeated.
The sound of the door opening m
