伊奥安妮年轻漂亮，头脑敏锐——一个走上歧途的叛逆学生。她穿着短款T恤、紧身牛仔裤和破旧的运动鞋，轻快地走在郊区。今天可不是普通的送货日。

几天前，一名缉毒警察拦下了她。他向她出示了她参与走私团伙的确凿证据，并向她提出了一项交易：潜入团伙，告发他们，这样就能避免牢狱之灾。

伊奥安妮虽然心惊胆战，但最终还是答应了。

现在，她敲门时心跳加速。一个男人让她进了门。另一个更魁梧的身影在附近悠闲地坐着，桌子上散落着酒瓶和密封的包裹。她试图装作若无其事，甚至有些轻佻。但她问的问题太多了：“你们每天送几次货？你们也用其他像我这样的快递员吗？”

两个男人交换了一下眼神。疑虑越来越深。

她借口去查看一条短信——一条来自她经纪人的加密更新。但摄像头拍到了她。当其中一个男人回来问：“公主，你在给谁发短信？”时，伊奥安妮撒谎说：“我的继妹。”

没用。

她的手机被抢走了。短信清晰可见。陷阱已然触发。

镜头切换到：伊奥安妮现在被绑在沙发上，双手被绳子绑在身后，双腿被压住。一道劈开的口塞让她噤声，男人们正盘算着该怎么办。她独自一人，拼命挣扎——滚到地板上，爬到门口，挣扎着挣脱绳子——但一切都徒劳无功。

她又被抓住了。这一次，他们把她的尸体抬进了另一个房间。

场景二：审讯

伊奥安妮现在被绑在一把椅子上。她的手腕被反绑在身后，脚踝被固定，胸前的绳索勒住了她纤细的躯干。她的运动鞋不见了——只剩下白色的袜子在拼命地抽搐。一条胶带封住了她的抗议。

“你想当间谍？”一个暴徒冷笑道。“你知道叛徒会下场吗？”

她的口塞被拉了下来——结果却迫使她给她的联络人写了一条假信息。在压力之下，伊奥安妮服从了。然后她被重新戴上口塞。为了羞辱她，他们脱下她脚上的袜子，塞进她的嘴里，再用多层胶带封住她的嘴。她被留下了，但这次坏人很快就回来了。真正的惩罚即将开始。

最后一幕：奔赴老板

现在，伊奥安妮穿着内衣，一头火红的头发凌乱不堪，被展示在一张木桌上。她的胳膊被粗暴地拉到身后，手肘绑在一起。大腿和脚踝被紧紧地绑着。微型泡沫胶带封住了她的嘴唇和头部，她双眼睁得大大的，满是恐惧。

捆绑终于完成了：她的双脚被拉回，绑在肘部绳索上。她的整个身体都因紧张而弯曲。每一次呼吸都显得微弱。每一个动作都像火烧一样。

她无助。做好了准备。男人们后退。“老大会决定怎么处置她。”

他们离开了。

伊奥安妮眨着眼睛，汗水和恐惧都消失了。她的四肢抽搐，但绳索牢牢地绑着。她浑身酸痛。

然后……远处传来枪声。

也许事情还没有结束。Ioanne is young, beautiful, and sharp—a rebellious student who’s taken the wrong path. Dressed in a cropped t-shirt, skinny jeans, and worn sneakers, she walks briskly through the suburbs. Today isn’t just another delivery.


Days earlier, a narcotics officer intercepted her. He showed her damning evidence of her involvement in a smuggling ring—and offered her a deal: infiltrate the gang, inform on them, and avoid prison.


Terrified but determined, Ioanne agreed.


Now, her heart races as she knocks on a door. A man lets her in. Another, more imposing figure, lounges nearby with bottles and sealed packages strewn across the table. She tries to play it cool, flirtatious even. But she’s asking too many questions:


“How many deliveries do you make per day? Do you use other couriers like me?”


The men exchange a glance. Suspicion grows.


She excuses herself to check a message—a coded update from her handler. But a camera catches her. When one of the men returns and asks, “Who are you texting, princess?”, Ioanne lies: “My step-sister.”


It doesn’t work.


Her phone is snatched. The message is visible. The trap is sprung.


Cut to: Ioanne now tied on the couch, arms roped behind her back, her legs pinned. A cleave gag silences her as the men decide what to do. Left alone, she struggles fiercely—rolling to the floor, crawling to the door, fighting the ropes—but it’s all in vain.


She’s caught again. This time, they carry her body into another room.


Scene 2: Interrogation


Ioanne is now tied to a chair. Her wrists are pinned behind her back, ankles secured, chest ropes framing her slim torso. Her sneakers are gone—just white socks twitching desperately. A strip of tape muffles her protests.


“You wanted to be a spy?” one thug sneers. “You know what happens to traitors?”


Her gag is pulled down—only to oblige her into writing a false message to her contact. Under pressure, Ioanne obeys. Then she’s regagged. To humiliate her they remove a sock from her feet and stuff it in her mouth then apply some layers of duct tape on her mouth. She’s left alone but this time the baddies return soon. The real punishment has to begin.


Final Scene: Bound for the Boss


Now in lingerie, her fiery red hair disheveled, Ioanne is displayed on a wooden table. Her arms are brutally pulled behind her, elbows lashed together. Thighs and ankles roped tight. A microfoam tape gag seals her lips and wraps her head, her eyes wide with dread.


Then the hogtie is completed: her feet pulled back and tied to the elbow rope. Her entire body curves in strain. Every breath is shallow. Every movement burns.


She’s helpless. Prepared. The men step back. “The boss will decide what to do with her.”


They leave.


Ioanne blinks away sweat and fear. Her limbs twitch, but the ropes hold. Every inch of her aches.


And then… shots are fired in the distance.


Maybe it’s not over yet.