Sophie Monroe aka dolly meats Day 1-Buried Alive, Humiliated, and Tormented

Sophie Monroe steps off The Upper Floor, 5'9" and 133 lbs, with curves 35-26-36. She wants the raw end of the chain. Darkness waits underground. The hole is ready. Chains bite her wrists, pull her shoulders back, force her tits out. They lower her into the dirt like she is already dead. Cold earth presses every inch of her skin. She hates the dark. She hates the tight space more. Breath comes fast, shallow. A blindfold cuts the last light. Her focus cracks. She is supposed to stay quiet, stay still. The silence makes it worse. They call her names that crawl under her skin. Material girl with nothing left to buy. Her mouth wants to fight back. She swallows it. They shove a thick plug past her ass and leave her filled while the dirt settles over her ribs. Hours crawl. Every shiver draws new laughter from above. Pain she can take. Humiliation sinks deeper. She tries to trust the hands that put her here. Trust is the crack they keep widening. By the time they drag her out she is shaking, filthy, and smaller than she walked in. Day one done, and she still has two more to prove she belongs on top.