She fell in the trap, she tries to escape. Hands and nails dig into the dirt, but the struggle makes her slide even further into the big dark blue ravine. She can still see the light, a small twinkle of stars above her head at the end of the tunnel that has been created. She struggles and slips on a white stone, the light from the moon dwindles away. Is the sun ever coming back?

Nails and minds filled with smut. Outside the box doesn't always work. Escape is possible through self-control. Without danger there will be no fun, but with danger comes inescapability. The soft spot cannot grow as large as a pit, then there will be a pitfall. Over ground she comes away without scratches, under ground sweetness is short-lived. She will not be soft, soft-faced, soft-spoken, soft-hearted. She is the amazon woman, the giant with little time or patience for the weaker other. She will crush you if you hurt her and her following.