Elana Smith

Elana glared up over her oil-drenched glasses at the camcorder that was trained on her. The captors were recording her torture session for their own sick pleasure later on, and she wanted them to know just what she thought of them around her coughs and gasps for air. The ring gag kept her from being able to control how much oil got into her mouth, but she did her best to keep herself from ingesting any of the foul stuff, but it only got harder the longer the dunking session went on. Were they trying to break her spirit? Make her cry and beg for them to stop?