Mr anti-religious has had me bound and gagged for a long while in this dirty greasy freezer turned into a tool shed. He finally returns and opens the door to find me still bound, and protesting thru the gag as loudly as it will allow. Mr devil himself comes in with a mask covering his identity with a huge sharp cutting instrument as i think this is the end of me, but instead he decides to slowly torments me and cut off my dress piece my piece as I fear for my well being. He doesn't harm me, just makes me to see his evil ways of wanting to have a naked bound girl in his tool-shed. I try so h...

Mr anti-religious has had me bound and gagged for a long while in this dirty greasy freezer turned into a tool shed. He finally returns and opens the door to find me still bound, and protesting thru the gag as loudly as it will allow. Mr devil himself comes in with a mask covering his identity with a huge sharp cutting instrument as i think this is the end of me, but instead he decides to slowly torments me and cut off my dress piece my piece as I fear for my well being. He doesn't harm me, just makes me to see his evil ways of wanting to have a naked bound girl in his tool-shed. I try so hard to get him to repent and understand that he can be forgiven for his bdsm sins but my gagged muffled words go to deaf ears. He adds one more piece of rope to his handy work, leaving me dirty, desperate, suffering, cold, and hogtied with church bells ringing from the distance. Apparently he has all the Fayth he needs now.