Raven haired Marlana is led into the abandoned warehouse in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. She struggles against the rope leash holding her tight about her throat. Her walking is hampered by a short ankle hobble with her arms and wrists bound in rope. Ball gagged and pleading she’s tied to a wooden beam with just enough slack to turn in place and display herself as directed. Her flips flops are soon removed leaving the 5’11” 20 year old barefoot beauty eyeing the dirty mattress on the floor next to her… what’s to happen next as her mind races.