Bronte is cast in darkness. Her eyes obstructed and also her mouth stuffed. Her body is caught in a thick skin of rubber. She does battles. Worry holds her as her mouth starts to loaded with spit. The round in her mouth stops her from getting it out. Her captor makes her spend for his compassion. Before he enables her enjoyment he’ll beat her via the rubber sack. The impacts supported by the rubber still create her to scream and…