Poor Beth awoke from her dreams to a wretched nightmare. The last thing she remembered was feeling woozy at a local night club, and now she found herself here.
Beth’s shoulders become sore as they support her body as she dangles by her wrists from a large steel contraption. She tries to lift herself up by her wrists, but she can feel the cold steel of the shackles around her ankles keeping her close to the floor.
How did this happen?
Beth’s jaw begins to ache as she tries to bite down on the large rubber ball that has pried her lips open and filled her mouth completely. A sticky piece of white medical tape strategically placed tightly over her mouth and rubber ballgag make even the slightest whimper next to impossibly audible.
Would Beth ever escape?
Beth’s optimism diminishes with every passing second. Her hands and fingers sweat profusely as tiny mitts locked around her wrists encase them to an unimaginable degree. Beth’s heart begins to pound quickly as nervousness and uncertainty overtakes tranquility and serenity.
What will become of poor Beth?