God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
God, what a fucking perfect damsel in distress she is. Her outfit, the way she’s securely tied to a chair in the middle of an empty lit basement, the way she’s staring at her captor because the tape tightly plastered across her face has silenced her
