WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?

"NOTHING...NOT A THING" as Miss V exits the room chuckling evilly, "NOT A DAMN THING HONEY": Liz is left to feel the cold air on her voluptuous nearly naked 30-24-26 figure...the hard teats of the spies exquisite tits poking through her pink lace bra as the door closes. The spy finds it very hard to sleep with her arms stretched over her head, she has slept on a floor, cot, metal table, and tied to a chair but never like this...strung up like a marionette: Since there are no windows or a clock in the room to give her a sense of how long she's been left alone, Liz guesses it's been 4 or 5 days without sleep, everytime she relaxes her toes/feet touch the floor a sharp pain in her arms snaps her back awake....depriving her of sleep.

To make it even worse, the sexy 'SHE SPY' has gone without food and water for the same period of time....5 almost 6 days or more, it is getting difficult to distinguish between 'what is real' and 'what is imaginary' in Liz's weakened malnourished state; At least her other captors fed Liz/gave her something to drink, most of the time she was 'spoon fed' to avoid her escaping/had a tray of food shoved through an opening, "I'd give anything for a nice warm bed AND SOME FOOD" she mumbles fading in & out of consciousness. WILL LIZ BE FED? CAN SHE ESCAPE IN HER INCAPACITATED STATE? TUNE IN FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO FIND OUT