It seems their decorator only thought to put in a loveseat couch, which I’m so uncomfortably sitting on with my hands still bound behind me, and what I assume used to be a rather lovely rug. Other than that, it seems only rubble litters the space. It also doesn’t bode well that these cuffs seem to be pulling at my consciousness, lethargy starting to overwhelm all my senses as my lids droop. No matter how hard I fight to keep my heavy them open... I.. just.. fuck..