She hangs by her ankles in a dark room. A faint light illuminates her body, naked, ethereal. Her sounds, high-pitched cries and squeals muffled by the gag, echo in the darkness. The rope that pinions her arms behind her also draws back her shoulders, pushing her breasts outward. Dim shapes of the surrounding chamber compose the frame, her shape centered, as though hanging meat can be a thing made divine.
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