Chained in the Basement, Please Help
Copyright© 2009 by Meghan Hill
Chapter 11
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 11 - I was kidnapped. I'm chained in a basement and my kidnapper is gone. Please help find me.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Coercion Fiction BDSM Humiliation Voyeurism
It's Meghan, I'm back. Well, I never went anywhere. What happened is
I had my period. And I really didn't want to do what the damn computer said to do during that, so I couldn't get on here.
In the past three days, I have cut about half way through the link of the chain now, but I've used up the cans, I can't manage to get any more sharp edges to scrape with. So that was a waste of time. Hell, this whole month that I've been down here now has been a waste of time. And these past two weeks have been the biggest waste of all.
I actually miss him. At least he was somebody to talk to. When I find myself thinking that, I hate it.
I wish I could think of something to tell you so someone could find me. I wish that the whole country decided tomorrow is "find Meghan" day, when every person checked the house next door to them to see if I was in its basement. I'm right next door to someone, some family. They're just a couple hundred feet away, living their lives.
Despondently yours,
Meghan
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