The bond of fear

An 18-year-old skinny girl with a delicate, curved body sat tied to a chair in a dark room. The walls were adorned with BDSM toys, and a small whip lay on the floor beside her. She bit her lip, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in. Her legs were spread wide, tied securely to the chair, and her hands were behind her back, unable to move. A cold sweat dripped down her face as she heard the sound of someone entering the room. Her breath hitched as she saw the paraphernalia of pleasure and pain around her. She shook uncontrollably, fear coursing through every inch of her body.