Im alone. Sore. Conciousness slowly fades into place. My arms are tied to an old wooden chair. Im in a basement- its so cold. A slow crackle of gray cuts through the dim bleakness of the wet basement. My breath hangs heavy between us. Its a screen. The static fades. This video plays, and once more, I am made to giggle. Alone and bound, but giggling.
@@yeturs69420 this is by far one of the most creative and atmospheric comment I have ever received lol, I cannot thank you enough ❤️❤️❤️ ( you need to be a writer, you def got the talent for it ❤️)
I want to say Monday? I seem to recall Monday? I may be misleading you with rampant internet misinformation, though. I pray to what gods there be I remember right, and they will be back Monday.