Stimulate

Waking up in a cold dark room. The air is thick with a suffocating fog. Barely any light shines through. Not able to see They climb to their feet, stumbling a bit. Just like They all do. The immediate fear sets in as their fingers claw at the walls, shuffling along the cold bricks. Slowly finding the stiff bars that contained them. Just another toy, but I must admit, watching Them scream for help and claw for something, anything, is so beautiful.
They'll never escape, but it's nice to have Hope.
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Small and fragile. Young and spry.
Poor little girls find themselves in a bit of a predicament.
All the self defense classes, all the vocal warm ups, all the little weapons she carried you'd think she'd be safe. Now waking up in a cell reality slowly comes crashing down along with madness. She wanted to be happy. She just wanted her girlfriend right now. All she heard were shrieks of pain and cries for help. All she hoped was that whoever took her didn't take the one she loved.