Bree Danielle: Tick Tick Boom?

Description: 00:10:00cold. the gag tastes like rubber and salt. can’t scream. can’t move. just… breathe. the timer’s beep echoes in my skull. ten minutes. fuck. fuck. 00:09:15ropes bite into my wrists. thighs splayed wide, lace digging into skin. not my lingerie. not my choice. why do i notice that now? focus. the bomb. the beeping. 00:08:00breasts heaving. nipples stiff under sheer fabric. not from cold. fear? or just my body screaming alive while the timer counts down? 00:06:30beeps faster. or is that my heart? tug at the ropes. nothing. just skin burning, sweat pooling between my tits. think. think. 00:05:00five minutes. spit soaks the gag. choking. useless. can’t even sob. just… wait. watch the numbers shrink away. 00:03:45muscles cramp. toes curl. hips jerk against nothing. fuck, is this how it ends? tied up, dripping, aching for touch while a bomb tocks my life away? 00:02:10two minutes. the air smells like gasoline and my own sweat. body betrays me: hips roll, cunt throbs. maybe dying’s supposed to feel like this. 00:01:00one minute. vision blurs. gag slips? no. just drool. just tears. last thing i’ll taste. 00:00:30thirty seconds. close my eyes. not ready. not like this. not wanting it like this. 00:00:05please. 00:00:01 ...