It seemed like a quiet day. I was on my way home from school and had decided to take a side alley to get home first. Except, at one point, someone hit me in the head and I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in a dark room, lit by a lamp and full of boxes. There was a strong musty smell mixed with mildew. I tried to move, but quickly realized I was tied to a chair and gagged. I looked around: there was no one. The background noise of the city was completely muffled by the walls of the room.

My heart began to beat more faster: who had kidnapped me? And why?

'Come on, Michele!' I thought as I struggled to free myself; the knots were not very tight, even if those who had tied me had seen fit to use so many ropes to complicate my life. 'It can't end like this!'

(Michele's Journal)

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I was bored, and since I draw bondage stuff when I'm in this mental state, I decided to make a picture of my OC Michele in a dangerous situation.