A beautiful woman, waiting alone in this darkly foreboding place on an ominous storm swept evening. Perhaps a stranger will arrive, taking the handcuffs,
secures her wrists behind her back before using her body to sate all his sickly perverted sexual desires. Later, as the last sands in the hourglass finally
drain, he’ll step behind the chair, tenderly lifting her chin until their eyes meet. Then, picking up the knife, he’ll slit her throat from ear to ear,
watching with amusement as her blood pours out, turning her breasts and belly crimson as she quickly bleeds to death.
Or, perhaps tonight’s simply about a beautiful woman provocatively poised on a nice chair. Who knows...