The look always starts out the same. This isn't so bad, I'm going to pretend I'm stuck and wiggle free when he leaves the room. A pull here, a tug there and she a brief grimace of doubt flashes on her face. It may take a bit more effort than expected. It doesn't take Brooklyn long to escalate to a full exhausting struggle. All the while the vinyl tape coating her bare skin is slowly contracting; squeezing her ever tighter. Her breath shallows a bit as she tries to refocus her energy to stop the compression. All hope of escape is gone now and by the grin on his face it won't come any time soon.