<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Imprisoned on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/imprisoned/</link><description>Recent content in Imprisoned on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/imprisoned/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Embedded 3</title><link>/stories/2015/07/05/embedded-3/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/05/embedded-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="embedded2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embedded 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remarkably, given the severely restrictive nature of her bonds, Lisa did sleep surprisingly well for several hours that night. Whether the extreme terror of the past two days had sapped all her energy, or whether she was simply becoming more accustomed to being permanently bound and unable to move freely, she wasn’t certain. Whatever the case, the fact was that, despite all her trials and tribulations, she woke feeling refreshed, a spirit of optimism having pervaded her, due, she guessed, to the fact that this was the day that she was to be set free&amp;hellip;or so she hoped.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Embedded 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/embedded-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/embedded-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="embedded.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embedded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Under the circumstances, Lisa thought that her cries for assistance came out quite well; louder, in fact, than she’d previously thought possible. Unfortunately, the only person within earshot was Tom and within thirty seconds of her attempts to attract attention commencing, the bedroom light was on and he was there at the side of the bed, glaring in at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Stop that bloody noise, will you? Or would you rather have me make you shut up?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>