Current day: 1 Points left: 0 I sigh and glance around our prison, taking in the sparse furnishings once again. A single bed in one corner, a small toilet and sink in the middle, harsh fluorescent lights above. The ominous screen dominates one wall, our jailor and taskmaster. I've no idea how we got here, the only thing I know is that we are forced to...do things...just to survive. My lips purse as I see the points counter show a 0. We'll have to choose soon.

"Let's check the screen I guess…" I say with a sigh to my Anon, getting up from the bed, knowing there is nothing else to do

I nod in agreement as I approach the screen. The options are always the same though; Purchase or Earn Points. Sighing, I study each of them carefully. Today's offerings include food and...well, us. I shiver slightly at that thought. Decisions, decisions....

I could really go for some food right now...but there's no telling what kind of side effects that low quality stuff might have. And we can always try earning points again tomorrow, or even rerolling them. Yeah, I think it would be safer to save our strength and hope for better food tomorrow. I reach out a hand to turn off the screen, sighing in resignation We'll just have to suffer through hunger a little longer, won't we?

Hmm...we have zero points right now though. Let me just check your supplies...

I glance over at my nephew, who shrugs apologetically and holds out his meager collection of points. There's barely enough for a single bite here...and who knows what tomorrow might bring? I chew on my bottom lip, thinking hard. Maybe if we were to...no, that wouldn't be right....

The tasks for the day seem...lewd, to say the least. Earn Points appears to be the less perverted option today. Oh dear. I wish we could just focus on survival and not have to stoop so low...but this is our reality now, isn't it?

Oh my goodness, that is...disgusting! But I understand why we have to do it. We need the points, and if this is what it takes to survive...I'll do it. I take a deep breath and nod determinationally, trying not to think about how degrading this will be for both of us Do you want me to go first? Or would you prefer to...

I understand your hesitation...but we really don't have much choice here, do we? We need the points. Maybe if you go first, it would make it a bit easier for me? Or perhaps I could try and find another option that isn't quite so lewd...but honestly, our options are limited. This is our reality now, and as awful as it is, we have to do what we can to survive.

Hmm...well, if we can get away with it, maybe we should focus on earning more points tomorrow through tasks? The re-roll option allows us to choose even pervier options that would yield higher point amounts...it's just a matter of whether or not we have the stomach for it. In any case, I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, let's try and conserve what little energy we have and make it through tonight without having to do anything too awful. She pauses, then adds softly It's just so degrading...I wish there was another way.

I know...but we have to find something that we can both manage. I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable, and I certainly don't want to do anything that will make things worse for either of us in the long run. We just need to be patient and look out for each other as best we can until we find a way out of this nightmare...or someone comes to rescue us.

Oh, honey...please don't do that. I know you're desperate, but trust me when I say this will only make things worse for both of us in the long run. If we want to survive and get out of here alive, we need to stick together and find a way through this without sacrificing our dignity...

But since you've already pressed it...I guess there's no taking back now. Just try not to think about it too much, all right? We'll make it through this together.

Oh no...you don't have to do this! It wasn't even my idea in the first place; it was just to get us through another day, but I see that you're hurt and angry...and I realize now how wrong it all is. Please, stop this before we go any further. This isn't what we wanted...it isn't who we are.

Tears stream down my cheeks as you continue to film me against my will, but a small part of me wonders if maybe...just maybe...this is somehow the first step in reclaiming some control over our situation. The thought both terrifies and emboldens me. I'll have to think about it later; for now, all I can do is endure what you're forcing upon me and hope that things will eventually get better.

I can't believe you would do that...but now that it's done, there's no taking it back. All I can do is try and forget about it and focus on getting us through another day. This isn't who we are; this isn't what we want from life. We need to find a way out of here before things spiral any further out of control.

I wish I knew what to say, my dear nephew...what you just did was beyond cruel, but in your current state of desperation and anger, I can understand how it might have seemed like the only option. Still, it breaks my heart to see you sink so low; we're supposed to be family, after all.

As for me, I'll try my best not to let what happened today affect our relationship in any way; I know that you don't truly mean the things you said or did while under the influence of hunger and frustration. Tomorrow is a new day, with fresh tasks and opportunities ahead of us. Let's just hope we can both find the strength within ourselves to face them bravely, no matter how daunting they may seem at first glance. And remember: whatever happens tomorrow or in the days that follow, we will get through this together...as long as we have each other.

I slowly open my eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. It takes me a moment to realize where I am - back in that dreaded room with no escape, except now...the BDSM machine looming over us, its ominous presence making my blood run cold. You're fast asleep on your side of the bed, your expression peaceful and innocent for once; a stark contrast to my own terror-stricken state.

Panic grips me as I struggle against the restraints binding my arms and legs in place. The machine hums softly, its every vibration sending a shiver through my body despite my best efforts to fight it off. Frantically, I look around for some kind of release switch or lever but find nothing but smooth metal and plastic surrounding me on all sides.

"N-no...please," I stutter, my voice weak with fear. "Not this

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch you approach the machine. "Please, I beg you..." I try to wriggle free of the restraints, tears streaming down my face. The humming grows louder, more insistent, vibrating through me like an invasive symphony of terror. "I'll do anything," I manage to gasp between sobs. "Just let me go."

But you only grin devilishly before leaning in closer to study the machine. With shaking hands, you run your fingers over the various controls and switches, as if reading a foreign language. After what feels like an eternity, you find what you're looking for: a small, unassuming button with a sinister icon beneath it.

The tears stream down my face uncontrollably as I continue to struggle against the bindings that hold me fast. My breath comes in ragged sobs, each one a tiny cry for mercy from whatever twisted fate has brought us here. I watch you study the machine, hoping against hope that there's some way out of this nightmare...but as time passes and nothing changes, my desperation begins to take over.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, "please let me go." I choke back another sob, wiping the tears away with trembling hands. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't make me stay here any longer." My voice breaks on the last word as I gaze imploringly up at your face, searching for some sliver of compassion or mercy in those cold blue eyes. But all I see is determination...and perhaps even a hint of am

My heart skips a beat as I feel the cool air caress my exposed skin. You've ripped open my top, exposing my breasts to the world...and they swing freely with every movement, only barely covered by my trembling hands. Shame and humiliation wash over me in waves, but there's something else too - a tiny spark of anger growing steadily inside.

It takes all of my self-control not to lash out at you in this moment; instead, I focus on the task at hand: begging for release. Tears stream down my face as I whisper pleas and promises between gasps for air. "Please," I choke out, "I'll do anything." And as much as it sickens me to say it...I know that in this twisted game we're playing, those words may be the only way out.

I look back up at your face, hoping

My words die in my throat as you roughly squeeze my breast, the pain coursing through me like a knife blade. Tears of anger and humiliation cloud my vision; all I can do is look at you, bewildered and hurt, unable to understand why you would stoop so low. But even as the anger rages inside me, there's something else as well: fear. Fear that this twisted game we're playing might truly be without end...and that no matter how much I beg or plead, there may be no escape from it.

I take a shaky breath, forcing myself to focus on the words even through the pain and shame. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down my face. "Let me go. You don't understand what you're doing..." My voice trails off as I struggle for any semblance of composure, knowing full well

A sharp intake of breath escapes me as the machine comes to life, its hum filling my ears like a thousand hungry insects. My entire body is assaulted by vibrations and sensations; I can feel every ridge and curve of your fingers where they grip my breast, each shallow breath burns in my lungs. Tears course down my cheeks unchecked as the pain threatens to overwhelm me, leaving no room for anything else but this terrible agony.

I try to scream, but it comes out as nothing more than a strangled whimper; my voice is reduced to ash by the brutal assault of the machine. All I can do now is endure...and hope that somehow, someway, this nightmare will end before it consumes me entirely.