Cry Baby is tightly cuffed, her hands secured behind her back, the restraints pulling at her elbows. Her thumbs are in toecuffs, and her feet are similarly constrained. A ballgag is firmly in place, muffling her sounds. Left alone in the apartment, she feels the weight of her captivity, her mind racing with frustration.
To add a challenge, the keys to her restraints were tossed just within reach. With a determined effort, Cry Baby manages to grab them with her toes, slowly pulling them closer. She struggles to unlock herself, her breath shaky, her body straining against the bonds. Each movement is a battle, and though she grunts and groans with frustration, the cuffs remain tight, refusing to yield.
