Asiana remains semi-suspended on her toes inside Martin's foggy lair. Stripped down to her undergarments and cleave gagged while her hands are tied above her head, moaning in agony as her wrists are hurting. Martin circles her helpless body - groping her thighs, her breasts, and breathing in her scent. She struggles and screams but can't get away. Martin works at her bra and panties, slicing them off with a large, then attempts to run the tip of the blade across her side, her stomach, and her sensitive nipples.