The Submissibe Part 1 Samatha
Darkness. It was on her, around her, in her. She could not escape. Silence that was broken only by the fluttering beat of a frightened heart and the shallow breath escaping parted lips. Cold griped at her bones, making her whole body ach and shudder with each minute that slowly ticked by. Sensations were now a part of her. Cold iron chains held her wrists above her head, her matted and knotted hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her eyes unfocused and staring at nothingness toward...