Melissa adjusted her green hat as she hurried down the hotel corridor, her tote bag jingling with hair tools and a warm coffee in hand, unaware of the mix-up awaiting her. Mistaking the groom’s room number for the bride’s, she stepped into a haze of laughter and clinking beer bottles, the groomsmen already tipsy, their ties loosened and eyes glassy. The groom, his whiskey-soaked grin widening, stumbled toward her, his hands reaching for her black dress, while the best man slurred a crude invitation. She snapped her curling iron in defiance, but the drunken mob overwhelmed her—hands pinning her to the table, her cries drowned by their raucous energy, until the ordeal left her unconscious amidst the chaos of spilled cards and broken resolve.

Melissa seized the chance for a free portfolio shoot from a photographer named Jake, arriving at a grim warehouse where she met him and his assistant Paul; the shoot began with simple poses, but Jake soon suggested an “edgy” twist, guiding her onto a bed in her black skirt—moments later,

Who she meets instead are a couple of men, with lots of rope. @satintightsnic was quickly bound and gagged before she even had a chance to react. The men explains that she will be stripped and used by the executive team of the company. The old, fat white guys in other words. Once they grow tired of her, she will be shipped off and sold overseas, and using her cell phone, a hot family member or friend will be captured, and take her place.