Even within those fleeting hours, the sensation of being confined had begun to stretch into an eternity.

My nub throbbed with discomfort, every nerve straining to cling to the tattered remnants of sanity.

There was no respite, no reprieve from the relentless assault of vibrations. It demanded every iota of my resolve to suppress the urge to weep. Yet, the desire surged within me, my skin feverish to the touch, shrouded in a delicate chill of sweat.

The skin on my wrists and ...