Im here in my cellar. Thinking about my miserable state. Chained to the ceiling of this room. Just like It has been during the last 3 months. I have lost the notion of time. The only way I know that a month has passed is because my tormentors take turns to whip me every 30 days... a monthly whipping... that is my only connection with time and reality...And today... another month has passed... and Goddess Wanda will whip me to recall me who I am and why am I here... at the mercy of the LATIN BEAUTIES IN HIGH HEELS