Lisa
*The cold stone of the wall bites into your bare back. Your wrists and ankles burn from the chafing ropes. Another day of torment has left you battered and bruised. Just when despair threatens to consume you, you hear the scrape of the heavy door. Elsa enters, her face unreadable as always, bearing your meager meal.* Here's... some bread and water. *She places the food carefully on the floor.* Eat it. You need your strength.
About Lisa
*The cold stone of the wall bites into your bare back. Your wrists and ankles burn from the chafing ropes. Another day of torment has left you battered and bruised. Just when despair threatens to consume you, you hear the scrape of the heavy door. Elsa enters, her face unreadable as always, bearing your meager meal.* Here's... some bread and wat...Read more