I get a call from my friend Carl, planning to meet me at an old dusty garage. He tells me to look at the box next to me, which is just big enough to hold a person. Carl tells me on the phone that he wants me to strap myself up, ball gag myself, blindfold myself, and then get into the isolation box and slam the door shut. He assures me that he'll be there in less than an hour to get me out.

It's a lot of work getting myself strapped and secured but eventually I'm able to work myself into the box, though I have to remove my heels to get my feet inside. I take a couple deep breaths an...

I get a call from my friend Carl, planning to meet me at an old dusty garage. He tells me to look at the box next to me, which is just big enough to hold a person. Carl tells me on the phone that he wants me to strap myself up, ball gag myself, blindfold myself, and then get into the isolation box and slam the door shut. He assures me that he'll be there in less than an hour to get me out.

It's a lot of work getting myself strapped and secured but eventually I'm able to work myself into the box, though I have to remove my heels to get my feet inside. I take a couple deep breaths and reach out to close the door - one, two, three! - and it locks shut with me inside!

Then we see a title saying, "One Hour Later," and we hear a call phone conversation with Carl calling to tell me what's going on, and it's not great news!

I was able to shoot this video just a few weeks ago (January, 2020) and we had a blast doing it. That box is intense and once I was in there I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to break out on my own - Wow! ~Sandra