A Japanese doll, delicate and fragile, is no match for the harsh world of BDSM. She enters the ring, eyes downcast, but the sneering crowd demands more. They want blood, they want tears, they want her to break. The clock starts ticking, and so does the assault. Punches rain down on her stomach, each one a testament to her fading strength. She struggles, she fights, but her vision blurs, her world spins, and her consciousness wavers. Just as time runs out, she collapses, her body limp, her eyes rolling back, her white eyes a stark contrast to the red welts on her skin.