Lyssa_Marie
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Even in her weakened state, for hours, Candace's arms tugged at the ropes that bound her wrists. She even tried to "burn" the rope away by constantly rubbing them up against the wall. But even that did not work. All she could do is sit in an uncomfortable position. Her arms were slowly tiring out after staying in the same place for so long. Never before had she felt this exhausted in a short amount of time. Was it the fucking? Perhaps. But at the same time, this is the first in a very long time that she felt so low on energy.
Candace was not given anything to eat or drink. The closest she had come to drinking was her own saliva thanks to the ball gag. But even then, remnants of Roland's seed lingered on the base of her tongue.
By the time Roland decided to show himself, Candace was in a bit of a daze, still tired and exhausted. She was hungry, thirsty, and to be trivial, in need of a shower.
Candace was not given anything to eat or drink. The closest she had come to drinking was her own saliva thanks to the ball gag. But even then, remnants of Roland's seed lingered on the base of her tongue.
By the time Roland decided to show himself, Candace was in a bit of a daze, still tired and exhausted. She was hungry, thirsty, and to be trivial, in need of a shower.