Elderly Woman In Her 70s Desires A Large Dark-colored Rooster

I called out, my voice hoarse and desperate, “I need to go to the bathroom!” But there was no response. The cold metal bit into my skin, a harsh reminder of my captivity. I struggled, but it was no use; his grip was too strong. When they weren’t abusing me in the hall, my captor would leave me chained in the room, my body wracked with pain and my mind teetering on the edge of despair. I lost count of how many there were, their faces hidden behind their hoods as I endured their abuse. I was forced to sit on a hard surface, my hands still bound. He approached me slowly, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. By the time I reached the fourth man, I was on the verge of exhaustion, but the threat of death kept me going.