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Tricia awoke to a disorienting and terrifying reality, shrouded in darkness and silence. As consciousness slowly returned, a wave of panic swept over her. She felt an unfamiliar weight encasing her entire body, restricting even the slightest movement. The realization struck her — she was encased in a body cast, rendering her completely immobile.

The muffled sound of her own breathing reached her ears, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that enveloped her. The earmuffs clamped over her ears seemed to seal off the world, leaving Tricia in an isolated realm of sensory deprivation.

Her attempts to open her eyes proved futile; they were sealed shut with tape, cutting off the visual connection to her surroundings. The absence of light plunged her into an unsettling abyss, amplifying her sense of vulnerability and disconnection.

A foreign sensation in her throat grabbed her attention — a tube was inserted, stretching down into her lungs. The mechanical rhythm of a ventilator became apparent as it forced air into her lungs and then out again. Each breath felt intrusive, a reminder of her dependence on the machinery for survival.

The catheter inserted into her urethra added another layer of discomfort and violation. The awareness of its presence, as well as the sterile, clinical environment surrounding her, intensified the feeling of helplessness. Tricia's mind raced with questions, but the inability to communicate, move, or even perceive her surroundings left her trapped in a nightmarish void.

In this surreal and nightmarish state, Tricia grappled with the unknown, her senses stripped away and replaced with an overwhelming sense of confinement. The combination of physical restraint, sensory deprivation, and the invasive medical apparatus plunged her into a disconcerting realm, where time seemed to lose its meaning, and the boundaries between reality and the terrifying unknown blurred into a haunting dreamscape.

Just because I put you on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge.

I could have you above me, but my legs will be wrapped around your hips, my hand woven in your hair, the other gripping your neck to keep your flushed face buried in my shoulder. You could be rutting into me like a needy, little rabbit, but the sweet praise I whisper in your ear will have you begging like the desperate toy we both know you are.

I could be on my hands and knees, you behind me, humping away like a filthy puppy, but my fingers twisted in your collar and the ways I describe how I own you will remind you to whine, “Pretty please,” until I allow you to cum.