Ariel awoke in the attic, confused and disoriented. She had no idea how she had gotten there or what happened, but as she quickly took stock of her surroundings, she knew she was in trouble! The tall British beauty had been bound quite thoroughly, wrapped tightly in a stiflingly hot blanket, and cocooned in what seemed like miles of duct tape. As she began to call for help, her husband appeared, giving her a moment of relief. Her husband surveyed his handiwork, then stuffed the frightened, angry girls mouth and sealed it shut with more tape, he explaining how he had grown tired of her attit...

Ariel awoke in the attic, confused and disoriented. She had no idea how she had gotten there or what happened, but as she quickly took stock of her surroundings, she knew she was in trouble! The tall British beauty had been bound quite thoroughly, wrapped tightly in a stiflingly hot blanket, and cocooned in what seemed like miles of duct tape. As she began to call for help, her husband appeared, giving her a moment of relief. Her husband surveyed his handiwork, then stuffed the frightened, angry girls mouth and sealed it shut with more tape, he explaining how he had grown tired of her attitude and was leaving her mummified in the attic! Ariel went ballistic, screaming into the gag and struggling like mad in blind fury and panic. But her husband did leave her with one small hope: He left a pair of scissors behind, and Ariel squirmed and wriggled like a worm as she tried to reach them, but even if she could, HOW could she free her hands to cut away her packaging?