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Captive triss: a tale of despair and submission in the darkness

Captive triss: a tale of despair and submission in the darkness Captive triss: a tale of despair and submission in the darkness

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In a dark, dank basement, Triss Marigold from The Witcher 3 lay immobilized, her tan leather doublet torn and her short blue sleeves adorned with pearls scattered around. Her full arm brown leather gauntlets and Renaissance-style leather pants were in disarray, exposing her breasts and holes. A ring gag silenced her cries, her makeup smeared and mascara streaks staining the floor. Drips of cum, sweat, and spit dripped from her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her legs up, spread on a dirty mattress, she was trapped, used, abused, a captive prisoner dressed in black pantyhose and high heels, her despair etched in every line of her body.