They say... if it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck,
then it is a duck. So, if she looked like a hooker, and she
was dressed like a hooker, then she is a hooker... right?

Tomiko never knew what hit her when Anthony Peters grabbed her off the street and shoved her in the waiting car. She tried to scream, but it was no use. The first time she could actually try and say anything wasn't until she awoke, shackled in an old attic. She looked up as she heard footsteps, he was coming for her again. She tried to tell him she wasn't a hooker, that is was all a game. A joke she was playing on her friend. Anthony just grinned and shoved her forward as he started wrapping her elbows with a strap of leather. She groaned as he tightened it and knew this was only the beginning of her suffering at the hands of this man...