Wearing only a black leather skirt and thigh-high heeled black leather boots, charlotte stands in the center of the walk-in refrigerator, her wrists attached to either end of the spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, her nipples throb from the cold and from the pain of the clamps, each pulled upward due to the chains connecting each clamp with the O-ring at the front-center of her heavy leather collar. A tear tickles down her cheek due to the tightness of the clamps.

With no clock inside this refrigerator, the captive has no idea how long she has been here. her feet and legs are tired and ache her, the muscles in her arms still quite stiff despite her repeated attempts to flex them. her throat is dry and she has difficulty swallowing after her repeated calls for someone to come free her.