Diabolical Bondage

Alexa's got that girl-next-door face, the kind you'd see buying coffee two blocks over. She suffered in these tanks like she meant it. Not every girl cracks when the ropes go tight, but the water got to her fast. She twisted, gasped through the gag, fought the panic that showed up without warning. Her body bent like it was built for it, long limbs folding under pressure. The ropes held. The tank filled. She stayed in it anyway, eyes wide, breathing sharp and quick. That kind of honesty doesn't come scripted.