Fifty five

Mae couldn't tell how long she had been locked up in the room,there were no windows whatsoever neither were there any signs of a bathroom,she was not chained or or tied up but they were chains and shackles on the ground and on the wall.

There was a bed in the room,it looked like it had been railed to the ground,there was a single pillow on the bed,the sheets were bright colors and had beautiful decorations on it,the wall of the room was rid of any paintings,it looked like it was angrily scraped off.to the left side of the room there was angry red marks on the ground,she did not want to indulge herself with the possible thoughts of the mark being blood,she felt nausea as she tried to put her breathing under control,she has never been claustrophobic so she did not understand why she felt like it now,her heart was pounding at an even faster pace,her belle throbbed, touching her stomach with her arm she sat on the bed,it was surprisingly soft and comfortable,she lifted her legs off the gr