The asylum's whispered secrets

In the dimly lit asylum, a blonde petite slim girl with blue eyes and a slave collar around her neck was led to an abandoned room by a towering, muscular African man. Her wet, sweaty body glistened under the flickering ambient light as he chained her hands behind her back. The room, with its peeling paint and broken furniture, seemed to echo with the cries of lost souls. She trembled, fear coursing through her veins, as he forced her onto the cold table, his intense gaze never leaving her. The night unfolded into a tale of power and control, where every touch became a violation, every gasp a plea for mercy.

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