"It's been about six months since I came to this room... At first, I couldn't stop feeling nauseous and couldn't even eat, but now I don't feel anything. If I work hard, I won't be subjected to violence and I'll have food to eat. There's nothing to do if I leave here, and now I'm not sure if I even want to leave. It would be easier not to have to think about it..." The woman is locked in a dimly lit room, her body and mind dominated by endless violence and excessive pleasure. Now she doesn't even wish to be set free. Eventually, the only sounds that leak from her mouth are moans, a large amount of saliva from extreme deep throating, and the words "I'm sorry." Utilized solely as a human urinal to satisfy sexual desires, she once again takes a cock in her mouth, sobs, and opens her legs...