In a dark chamber filled with the scent of burning wax, Lucy, a 27-year-old Italian woman with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, was brought in. Her red dress, torn at the seams, revealed a toned body beneath. The room was lined with stone walls, illuminated by flickering torches. Chains dangled from the ceiling, and a large, ornate table stood in the center. Lucy's breasts were bound with thick ropes, her posture relaxed yet determined. She exhaled sharply as the air grew thick with tension.