Pretty Irish lass Tilly McReese is in a jam. Tied up tightly at the wrists and ankles, and, worse, a rope connects the back of her neck to her knees. She's in a tight little ball, and there's not going to be any way out of this predicament. She screams into the gag, but nothing but grunts come out from it. She sobs and struggles vaguely, but there's nothing she can do and she knows it.

All the while Tilly is being watched. She hopes that something will happen and she will be released from captivity. Something is happening, alright, but not anything good. Tilly's observer approaches...

Pretty Irish lass Tilly McReese is in a jam. Tied up tightly at the wrists and ankles, and, worse, a rope connects the back of her neck to her knees. She's in a tight little ball, and there's not going to be any way out of this predicament. She screams into the gag, but nothing but grunts come out from it. She sobs and struggles vaguely, but there's nothing she can do and she knows it.

All the while Tilly is being watched. She hopes that something will happen and she will be released from captivity. Something is happening, alright, but not anything good. Tilly's observer approaches with a rope and starts looping it around her neck...