Head locked inside the wooden prison bondage

Chelsea’s screamed through her tears. How long had it been? She had woken up inside the box, where time was imperceptible.

The last thing she remembered was talking to that charming guy at the club. One sip of her drink... and Chelsea found herself naked, her head locked inside the wooden prison, hoisted just high enough so she could not stand comfortably.

The door behind her opened, and a presence was felt behind her. Chelsea jumped as a rough hand slid between her legs. Fingers probed her lips, and confirmed her value. Not a virgin.

The man was in front of her now.

Through the small breathing hole came his charming voice.

"Good morning, Chelsea. Welcome to your first day in hell."