Productoras
in a certain room in a sterile, impersonal workroom where you can't tell where you are. a woman in underwear lying down with her hands and feet restrained on a cardboard mat. her emotions are numbed by fear, exhaustion, hunger, and thirst, and her heart is crushed with dried-up tears. completely cut off from the outside world, deprived of her freedom and unable to do anything, she is kept as a pet by a creepy man who is a misfit in society. thus, the pitiful women who have become prisoners have their naked bodies played with as the man pleases, and they become an outlet for stagnant sexuality. the women's painful cries from within their hearts no longer become voices, and they reach no one's ears…