ImmortalHulk

Trapped beauty: a midjourney captivity - triss marigold's despair and defiance

In the dimly lit basement, Triss Marigold from The Witcher 3 lay immobilized, her tan leather doublet torn, exposing her naked breasts and holes. Her makeup was smeared, mascara streaks running down her face, mixed with drool, cum, sweat, and spit. Her brown combat leather boots were gone, replaced by black pantyhose and high heels. Her arms were chained above her head, the wrist cuffs secured to the wall, and her ankles were chained to the ceiling, forcing her legs up, spread wide on a dirty mattress on the basement floor. Her brown combat leather boots were absent, her beauty reduced to a whore, a captive, a prisoner. Yet, there was a hint of defiance in her eyes, a plea for help in her tears, a silent call for freedom.