A long and unforgiving year has passed since poor Carissa Andrews had been sentenced to a life of Siltex imprisonment at the hands of a unjust and corrupt judge. Her jaw is weak and powerless from the months of accommodating a strenuous ballgag that had been sunk deep into her mouth. The straps pulled tightly behind her head preventing any possibility of dislodging it. Her knees are sore from the constant contact with the cold concrete of her cell floor.
If she could somehow find a way to escape this treacherous existence. Free herself from this contraption that holds her prisoner. An obstacle much easier dreamt than achieved. In Carissa’s current state, it would in fact be deemed impossible. Only Carissa’s captors could free her from her bindings, but each and everyone is adamant about ensuring her imprisonment.
Each excruciating second that ticks by feels like a millennia for poor Carissa Andrews. A prisoner fated to spend the remaining days of her life just as she had spent the previous 365 days, forced to endure inescapable imprisonment in strict bondage with no one to release her from the security of her stringent bindings.
