You decide to stay

Your heart beats hard against your ribs. You know you should turn around and leave right now. Slip through the door while you can and disappear back into Blackwater, with all its dead fish, and grime.

But you don't. You stand there, rooted in place. A dark, terrible curiousity holds you down. Keeps you still, and filled with something like... desire.

“Haha.” You laugh quietly to yourself. There's something quite wrong with you, and you know it. The desire to be kept here and fucked like a good sow... why is it so appealing?

Why does it excite you so?

You walk slowly to the center of the room, and kneel down. With hasty fingers, you pick up one of the heavy iron manacles lying open on the ground. The metal feels cold and unforgiving as you close it around your left wrist, then your right. The sharp click of the lock echoes loudly in the silence.

You remain on your knees, wrists now chained together in front of you, heart pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat.

Then you wait. You wait for them to find you.

And in the near darkness of that room, they do. After hours on end, heavy footsteps echo through. The door creaks open.

Four bandits enter. For a long second, they simply stare at you. Even they can't believe what they're seeing.

Then... the leader’s scarred face splits into a dark, satisfied grin.