There is a blurry shot of the house as she runs through it. Squealing and screeching into something muffler her voice, she sounds panicked. The camera whips back and forth, a dark but transluscent cloth wrapped over it. The texture is obvious: pantyhose covers the lens. Long continuous shot, maybe thirty seconds. Then, hand from behind muffles the even louder screech and cut camera.
The lights come back up and there is a dark, dirty basement. Bright light streams from stage right as our victim is revealed to be more than a squealing, muffled voice. Workout clothes, sneakers. Normal cloth...

There is a blurry shot of the house as she runs through it. Squealing and screeching into something muffler her voice, she sounds panicked. The camera whips back and forth, a dark but transluscent cloth wrapped over it. The texture is obvious: pantyhose covers the lens. Long continuous shot, maybe thirty seconds. Then, hand from behind muffles the even louder screech and cut camera.
The lights come back up and there is a dark, dirty basement. Bright light streams from stage right as our victim is revealed to be more than a squealing, muffled voice. Workout clothes, sneakers. Normal clothing for a woman. Rope binds her ankles and wrists, a piece of sheer black fabric wrapped around her head, secured in place with a gag. Red. Bright. The aggressor enters scene, large and dark with some strange mask covering his mouth and jaw. He pulls the tiny woman helplessly by her stockinged head. Ties it off above her head. Tight. Wraps rope around her torso and arms, pulled back overhead. She wiggles and squeals, until he makes her move. Change her situation. Work for it a little more.
She is to stretch out inside of a shelf. He wraps a crotch rope around her and lifts her up by it. Her ass leaves the ground by no more than two inches. He looks satisfied. She moans. Camera cut to black.