A male voice answered from the pure darkness. “My name is not important.” Something exhaled on his neck, followed by what’d let like a tongue lick up the side of his neck.
Miden looked around at the sound of the voice, then jumped as he felt the breath on his neck. He then grimaced and trembled at the lick, too scared now to turn around.
“Shh~~” the voice purred in his ear. “Relax~~ you’ll be here for a long time, so get comfortable~” the voice cooed, one of its hooves moving to his plot.
Miden whimpered, panic starting through him. He quickly tried to move forward and turn around, wanting to get the hoof away from his plot.
He would find that he was chained upright, around his hooves, a middle, and neck. Straining his head too much would result in choking. The voice purred and started squeezing and rolling his plot in its hooves.