Honey, the cherubic girl-next-door, is made to confront her darkest fears and desires. Bound and at the mercy of her unseen tormentor, she's subjected to a humiliating facial, her tears and snot mingling with the hot, sticky fluid coating her face. She's made to taste her own degradation, to feel the weight of her transgressions in every drop that drips down her chin. The air is thick with her stifled sobs and the scent of her own shame, a heady mix that only serves to heighten her senses and her arousal.