3 days before we shot this movie this 18 year old graduated.

She walked in three days after high school ended. Still smelling like the cap and gown. Lexi Brooks, eighteen, nerves strung tight. The ropes came out and her quiet little world cracked open. We bound her wrists behind, stretched her shoulders back, pulled her ankles to her wrists until her body bowed. Every knot spoke. Every pull demanded more. A fat ball gag filled her mouth, straps biting her cheeks. She drooled. She shook. The cane kissed her thighs in sharp, clean lines. Each stripe made her moan into the gag, the sound small, wet, desperate. She never used her safe word. She came instead, legs trembling, throat working around rubber and spit. We pushed, eased off, pushed again. By the end she was wrecked, glassy-eyed, still twitching. New girls break pretty. Some ask to come back before they even leave.