Juliette March, bound in a harness of wet, biting ropes, is hung from the ceiling like a sacrifice. Her dominant looms above, a watering can in hand, ready to baptize her in his unique, hardcore ritual. The first trickle teases her skin, her body arching involuntarily. The flow grows stronger, drenching her, filling her, punishing her. She gasps, chokes, cries out in a symphony of pleasure and pain as the water and ropes push her to her limits.