Amanda stands alone in the basement with only the silence and four leather cuffs holding her limbs far apart. The spreader bar holding her wrists up is just high enough to keep her on her toes. Caught in a balance between pressure on her wrists or ache in her legs. Her grunting and moaning don't help her situation but Amanda can't help it. Her only saving grace is the catsuit and struggling is keeping her warm in the cold basement. At least under her captor returns and pulls the front zipper all the way down.