Ava's body is sprawled across crumpled newspapers, chains binding her wrists and ankles as she clutches a heavy metal box—her breath ragged, muscles trembling under the weight of her restraints. The camera pans to her face, sweat glistening on her forehead as she grits her teeth, the box's cold metal contrasting with her flushed skin. Her legs shift, revealing the chains' links, and she shifts her hips, the box scraping against the floor with each movement. The scene shifts to her lying on her stomach, the quilt draped over her like a shroud, her body rigid as the chains pull taut. Her hands strain against the metal, the box's weight a constant reminder of her captivity.
