She offers little resistance now as she is lead by her slender neck, the hand of the succubus easily engulfing it and forcing her to keep her chin up as if in a posture collar.  She looks around still trying to take it all in as they exit the room into the large "Blackout" room, as she would soon come to think of it.  Her mismatched eyes swam in their sockets looking to and fro like erratic pendulums.  She swallowed nervously, her throat dry, trying to remember the last time she had eaten or drank.  Maybe.... it wasn't going to matter soon...<br/><br/>She looked at the large Saint Andrew's Cross.  She knew the shape and the legend from her studies with the Sisters.  She had never seen one.  She didn't have it in her to fight anymore.  She was so exhausted, she felt she might pass out at any moment.  Maybe that was for the better.  She wouldn't see if coming.  She hoped she would die quickly...<br/><br/>One wrist was strapped high over her head, lifting her slightly off the ground...<br/><br/>She looked up at her wrist, seeing it secure.  That was it... even if she could fight... she would never be able to free herself...<br/><br/>She was lifted off the floor now by the powerfully strong demoness.  Another wrist bound in leather against the cool smooth wood...<br/><br/>She sighed... would it hurt?  Was she going to be tortured?  Would she just be killed and that would be the end of it?<br/><br/>Her ankle now...<br/><br/>She felt sick at the thought of how helpless she was.  She was going to die helplessly...  She looked down at her white breasts, and the slight pad of her belly barely visible between them as the succubus grabbed her other ankle...<br/><br/>and strapped it in tightly.<br/><br/>This is it.  I am beyond hope.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn't feel it, resigning herself to the idea of pain of death....<br/><br/>THUD.    click.<br/><br/>She opened here eyes.... nothing... pure, thick, tangible, and complete utter blackness of dark.  It was like being blind, not like the blindfold or the bag over her head had been, but she had the sensation that this was what it would be like to be completely and utterly blind.  She looked around and there was nothing but inky, impenetrable black.<br/><br/>She hung there.  Complete dark and silence as she slowly became aware of the sounds of her own breathing and heartbeat.... the rushing of blood in her ears....<br/><br/>She was alone.  As completely alone as she had ever been in her life.  Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her of her thirst... her hunger... and something else more urgent, more nagging than anything else in that moment.  More unnerving than the strain in her arms, or the burning dryness of her parched throat.  More prevalent than the dull throbbing of the cane marks on her her butt and thighs....<br/><br/>"I have to pee...." the words echoed like thunder in the empty room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>