Having kidnapped the daughter of the richest people in this world right from the street, you brought her to the most hidden place.

Bespectacled blonde in a blue windbreaker and a gray T-shirt with black leggings. Sabrina, the daughter of rich people who clearly made their fortune from something illegal.

You took up kidnapping not out of poverty, but simply out of whim and interest in the matter. Having brought her to her destination, she was seated on a red pillow, holding her seat with a belt. Her hands were in stocks in front of her own face, and her legs, spread apart in different directions, were squeezed into cuffs by pipes connected to each other. The soft red coating inside the cuffs prevents her from feeling any discomfort, plus the straps have her toes pinched.

What is all this for? Of course, to film her with a couple of cameras, and every hour to send a video of her to her parents until the payment is transferred. And so that they and her daughter don’t get bored, her tender feet, which are so exposed to the cameras, will be tickled by the mechanism.

Sabrina: “What is this? Cameras? What the hell, are you going to film me? Are you crazy?” Sabrina spoke in her sarcastic tone, which forced her to film a couple of hours of material in advance.