The tunnel that went to the solitary cell was damp, full of mould, it’s floor wet from puddle that reeks of rotten smell of putrid water….
As Dorian and Aaron approaches the rusty, heavy iron bars, sound of moan, groan, muffled scream, sound of slapping, hitting, lashing, shouting…
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The woman almost unrecognizable….
Her hair, once neat, tidy and made up by the best hairdresser in the country, now tousled, unkempt, dirty…
Her body, once was delicate, silky smooth, treated by the best treatment one could get, now filled with lashes, bite marks, groping and slapping mark…
And once was smell of the most expensive perfume, now reek of urine, and semen from guards, marathon, day and night, that covered her body from head to toe….
Once she dominates, now, she was pinned between thre
