AJ Marion already chair tied & pleading "You don't have to do this!" Her small wrists, bound behind her & testing their ties as Ben enters—silent, steady, & sinister. A strip of white bed sheet is tied firmly around her head, pressing across her mouth & parting her lips.

With determined & deliberate motion, Ben continues to tear the bed sheets into binding bands, each tear echoing in the air. The first strip cinches around her delicate ankles. Another binds her just below the chest, wrapping her form to the chair’s unyielding frame. Her soft struggles only seem to spur him on as his hands graze over her helpless figure while he works.

Each new knot narrows her movement & her struggle weakens, AJ Marion’s freedom is slipping away—thighs pressed together, hips held in place, shoulders strapped down with suffocating precision. Her frantic feet tap against the floor, desperate to defy her predicament. As the room resonates with the damsels' restrained whimpers, another piece is torn to reinforce her gag & the following descends a darkness upon her as the final piece of fabric folds over her frantic eyes, sealing away her sight.

Ben steps back, admiring his work before vanishing. AJ Marion writhes, left to linger in endless uncertainty. Her senses undeniably overwhelmed by the suspense of what will come next. But suddenly, before she could even sense his return, hands grip the chair’s back & she is dragged out of sight toward an unknown fate.... Bound & blindfolded, there was never a way out.