Hannah's POV
_I've never been this ridiculed in my entire life._
In the dimly lit ambience of Janelle's bedroom, an unsettling predicament envelopes me. A devil trapped in a petite woman's form, as she unleashes her tyranny with chilling intensity. Here I am, stark naked and entwined in the unforgiving embrace of chains binding my wrists behind my back, while my ankles remain ensnared in their metallic loop.
Her bedroom, a twisted stage for this perverse drama, bears witness to my vulnerability. Over my mouth, she forces a thick barrier of cotton — the intimate fabric of her underwear — stifling my cries and reducing me to silent tears. The material invades my senses, pressing deep, threatening to make me taste its unwelcome presence.
Amidst this dehumanizing scene, Janelle directs he
