The forgotten prisoner

Marnie, an 18-year-old girl with small breasts, knelt on the cold, damp floor of an abandoned dungeon. Her arms and legs were shackled to the walls, leaving her vulnerable and alone. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, a stark contrast to the warmth she once felt while exploring these very halls. She tried to remember how she ended up here, but the memories were fuzzy, like fragments of a nightmare that eluded her grasp. All she could do was wait, hoping against hope that someone would find her before the darkness swallowed her whole.