Cydel's body arches as she's expertly hogtied, her ankles secured to her wrists, pulling her into a deep, helpless bow. Her skin glistens with sweat, the cool air of the warehouse kissing her exposed flesh. Every muscle in her body strains, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggles against her bindings. The room is silent save for the sound of her ragged breathing and the soft creak of the ropes as they stretch with her futile attempts to move.