༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬... 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧?"
𓆝𐬾
In which a young women, far from home, stumbles into the inescapable clutches of 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐃. 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲. With nothing better to do with her life and unshakable curiosi...
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It was dark. Odorous too. A tan young women was sat uncomfortably in a tenebrous cage. The oversized birdcage was slim and tall, being covered by a revolting rag of a blanket. To which she still wasn't quite sure why her captors had placed it there.
But lord forbid they allow their prisoners to be anything but comfortable.
Said cage was large enough that her knees could be cross legged on the floor, her head was leaned back, eyes shut and hidden under long luscious lashes. Truth be, told she could get out of this mess at anytime if it weren't for the fact that her weapons had been stolen from her.
So, here she was under a disgusting mat, in a unpleasant human cage awaiting some sort of torture to take place by the hands of the freaks outside this so called "𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦". She was expecting to be thrown in some sort of basement, and be a witness to bodies of other victims laying about, as if the clean up crew didn't bother to do their job.
But, she was somewhat relieved to find that she was essentially being thrown into some sort of storage area. Many other cages being placed oddly about, along with some other circus ornaments such as a giant spinning wheel.
It honestly looked like it could hold a person.
She didn't have the opportunity to give the room a full observation, for they had placed the blanket over her new jail cell before she could. Again, she didn't know why but, didn't waste the energy on caring. The many fruitless attempts at getting some sort of rest were obviously futile, especially with the many obnoxious noises happening outside.
At first it was just the same annual clapping and other unsettling circus themed music overflowing the room beside hers. Until it was silent for a bit, and then their was a bit of shouting. This caught her attention, what was going on out there? Is something interesting finally happening?
Her eyes remained shut as she worthlessly endeavoured to listen through both the rug and the walls. She was slightly disappointed when it went became silent again, and decided to ignore it.
The young woman shifted slightly to a new position to better her chances of getting some sort of shut eye. Not being anymore comfortable then before she settled herself back to leaning against the bars of the cage and shut her eyes slowly. The matted old blanket provided a suitable dim lighting, she felt herself slowly but surely drifting into that pre sleep state.
