As she awoke she gradually became aware of her surroundings. It was a large room, lit by candle light. She was led on a large square bed, not uncomfortable, quite soft in fact. Her hair was loose and she was clothed in a long cotton dress. It was then she realised her hands which were folded above her head were bound, in manacles of gold with short but robust chains attached to the head board. They allowed her enough movement to sit up and put her arms almost at her sides when lay down but there was no way of leaving the bed...
She was in a prison, an opulent one but, a prison nonetheless.
The door to her right opened, showing the silouhett
As she awoke she gradually became aware of her surroundings. It was a large room, lit by candle light. She was led on a large square bed, not uncomfortable, quite soft in fact. Her hair was loose and she was clothed in a long cotton dress. It was then she realised her hands which were folded above her head were bound, in manacles of gold with short but robust chains attached to the head board. They allowed her enough movement to sit up and put her arms almost at her sides when lay down but there was no way of leaving the bed...
She was in a prison, an opulent one but, a prison nonetheless.
The door to her right opened, showing the silouhett
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