Chained in the Basement, Please Help
Copyright© 2009 by Meghan Hill
Chapter 7
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Well, I'm almost out of beans. I need to figure out how to get the cans open. I've been beating them against the sink, but that hasn't worked.
Let me describe the basement a bit more. I think it really is a basement, there are no windows, and the walls are brick. The ceiling is covered in some kind of soundproofing foam. This part of the basement is about 20 feet wide (I measured it in me-lengths, lying down on the floor) and maybe 30 feet long. I can't get to the far end. There are two lights, which I can't turn off. No power outlets in the walls. The door is some kind of metal.
The floor is a concrete slab.
Here's a full inventory of the food I can reach, in case that somehow helps someone figure out where I am. Maybe those grocery store loyalty cards will save a life?
2 boxes of Vitaspelt organic spelt spaghetti (eaten)
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