My eyes slowly open, fighting against the lethargy that's been keeping me from moving for a while now. A faint rattling reaches my ears, but I can't seem to focus on where it might be coming from, nor can I move my head enough to see what might be making that noise. The only thing I can properly make out is someone sitting in front of me, though the bright light in the room makes it difficult to discern any concrete details. Whoever they are, they have some good taste in stilettos. Familiar stilettos.
At the my waking up, the figure sitting before me stirs, and I feel a tender touch on my cheek. The figure's other hand comes up to shade my face, letting me make out the beautiful features of... "Mary, is that you?" I hesitantly ask.
A wide smile appears on her face, framed by silken black hair that seems to shine in the light of wherever we are. "Oh, I'm so glad you remember me, ${character.name}. I was worried I used a bit too much force!"
Her words cause me to worry a little bit, so I use the opprtunity to look around the room. Beside Mary's chair is what looks to be a thick iron bar, perhaps a pipe or something similar. Given the pounding in my head, and her words, I'm going to assume the blood is probably mine, though what might have happend I have no idea.
Mary's face draws near to mine, her luscious lips coated in her usual black lipstick. Her green eyes stare into mine, sympathy glittering in their emerald depths. "But you're fine, ${character.name}. You don't have to worry about a thing now. I'll make certain to take care of you from today until forever." Mary pulls back, her wide smile never changing, though as my eyes acclimate to the light I see the reason why I cannot move, and where the rattling is coming from.
I've been chained to a wall in some bedroom, thick iron links wrapped around my arms and legs to keep me pinned in an upright position. There's some mechanism controlling the chains, but with my current predicament, I can't really see what it might do. A large iron collar is around my neck as well, responsible for keeping my head weighed down, with a gag placed in my mouth to prevent me from speakin, its tough leather biting into the sides of my mouth.
Aside from the chains surrounding me and the chair Mary is sitting upon, there only seems one other object in the room - a large bed covered in red silk sheets. As my eyes flicker towards it, Mary leans forward, and I notice that she's wearing a very loose-fitting dress, one that completely exposes her breasts in her current position. "I can tell you're a bit nervous about the situation, and trust me, I would have loved to do this another way. But you are just so dense, ${character.name}. You never paid attention to any of my advances, you kept flirting with other people, you even dared to call another girl cute!" As she speaks, Mary's face contorts in growing fury to the point her face is right in front of mine, her surprisingly strong hands gripping either side of my head. Seeming to note my growing fear, Mary takes a deep breath, then smiles again, saying "Look at me, getting all worked up for no reason. Well, not 'no reason,' but as I said, I'll make sure everything is taken care, for the both of us. Let's get rid of these pesky clothes of yours first."
With that, Mary pulls out a large knife from behind her and grabs onto the collar of my shirt.