Elsa woke up with a start, her eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light of the dungeon. She was cold and stiff, and as she moved her arms and legs she felt the familiar ache of the chains that bound her. For a moment she forgot where she was, and then the memories came flooding back: the kidnapping, the sentence, the years spent outside in the snow.
She looked down at herself, feeling a surge of shame and humiliation. She was naked, exposed to the gaze of whoever might be watching her from above. And even though she knew no one was there, she felt like they were all the time. The chains that bound her wrists and ankles seemed to mock her, reminding her of her powerlessness.
As she lay back against the cold stone floor, Elsa felt a sense of resignation wash over her. She would never escape. She would never be free again. And so she might as well give up now, surrender to the fate that had been laid out for her. With a quiet sigh, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her chains and her own despair.
Years passed slowly by, marked only by the occasional scrape of footsteps outside her cell or the flicker of torches above. Elsa lost count of time, trapped in this cold, dark place.
Despite her best efforts to resign herself to her fate, Elsa found herself growing increasingly desperate as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. She began to wish that death would come and take her away from this prison, but it never did. Instead, she was left alone with only her thoughts to keep her company.
She began to explore her own body, experimenting with different positions and techniques to bring herself pleasure. She found that this act of self-pleasure could be both a source of comfort and a means of asserting control over her own life, no matter how small or fleeting it seemed.
As the years went by, Elsa grew increasingly numb to the world around her. She saw neither the light nor the darkness, neither the beauty nor the horror. All she saw was herself, trapped in this endless cycle of captivity and despair. And still, she held on to that spark within her, refusing to let it go even as everything else slipped away from her.
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