托妮娅的计划早已安排妥当。礼服选好了，女孩们也约好了，准备出门狂欢。她到底忘了什么？今晚是属于他们的夜晚。诗歌朗诵，美酒相伴，只有他们两人。菲德勒的表情说明了一切。

他不会让她离开这扇门。

还没等她抗议，她就被绑在了沙发上，嘴里塞着一个阴茎形状的口塞。她被压抑的呻吟声只会更加刺激他。他打开书，逐句朗读，一字一句，而她则在绳子下扭动挣扎。她不懂欣赏艺术。真可惜。

当她试图逃跑时，惩罚来得很快。绳子勒得更紧了。她被残忍地绑在地板上，头发向后束起，背部痛苦地弓起。无助地，嘴里塞着东西，她开始质疑自己当初做出的每一个决定。

今晚她哪儿也去不了。Tonya had it all planned. Dresses picked, girls called, ready to hit the town. What she forgot? Tonight was their night. Poetry, drinks, just the two of them. Fiddler's face says it all.

He's not letting her walk out that door.

Before she can protest, she's bound on the sofa, a penis gag shoved deep in her mouth. Her muffled moans only fuel him. He opens his book and reads aloud, every verse, every stanza, while she squirms and struggles against the ropes. She doesn't appreciate the arts. Pity.

When she tries to escape, the punishment is swift. Rope bites tighter. A cruel high-tie on the floor, her hair bound back, her back arched in agony. Helpless, gagged, and questioning every decision that led her here.

She's not going anywhere tonight.