By boyryan54
Time has lost meaning for me. I have no idea what time of day it is, or even what day it is. I know I haven’t been here longer than a week, but I have no idea how much time has passed. Master has kept me in the dark this whole time. Most of what I am aware of is darkness, stillness, and what some people consider quietness. In my time spent here isolated, I realize nothing is ever quiet. I can hear my heart beat, the slight noises of Master’s house settling. Occasionally, I hear the AC system turn on and off. Most of the time it’s boring, but this is what I begged for.
Due to my lack of external stimulus, I have grown to be aware of my body. I can feel the slight air bubbles moving under my latex suit, the calming weight of the chains, the sound my breathing makes though the gas mask, the occasional beam of light that sneaks past the covered lenses.