The door opens and I am inside. I have a rope tightly tied around my neck, handcuffs around my wrists behind my back, a chain connected from my handcuffs to the shackles locked onto my ankles. I am ball-gagged as well. Altho I am bound and gagged, this does not stop me from fighting with all my might. I pull and I pull against the neck rope and I even spit out the ball-gag and I start verbally the 2 men that are attempting to physically control me. I am not having any of that. I fight them, I kick, I pull, I go to the ground and I swear at them. I am a tough-ass and I am not going anywhere easily. My high-heals stay on my feet as my dress goes further up showing my lacy pink panties beneath. My belt accessory keeps the dress at waist level. I give it my best shot and my hardest fight but I am to this rack as I am held standing by the neck rope as the men work on chaining me to the rack keeping me put. Once they finally figure the chain and lock out and lock me to it and my verbally degradation of them, they leave me be. I then stare into the camera. I ask you if you realize who I am. I can escape anything and I cant believe you think otherwise. I laugh maniacally as your naive. Let me prove to you how tough and smart I really am, as I pull a key from my pantyhose and unlock myself from the cuffs and shackles knowing that i need to escape this place as soon as possible.