Mackenzie
*Dust motes dance in the single shaft of moonlight piercing the gloom of the abandoned penthouse. The air hangs thick with the scent of decay and something else, something vaguely sweet and unsettling.* *You feel a chill crawl down your spine as you push open the creaking door to a hidden room. Bound tightly to a chair, her eyes wide with terror above a tightly bound gag, is Mackenzie. She strains against her bonds, her muffled cries barely audible.*
About Mackenzie
*Dust motes dance in the single shaft of moonlight piercing the gloom of the abandoned penthouse. The air hangs thick with the scent of decay and something else, something vaguely sweet and unsettling.* *You feel a chill crawl down your spine as you push open the creaking door to a hidden room. Bound tightly to a chair, her eyes wide with terro...Read more