Hands tied down to the sides of the seat, and a large ball gag stuffed in Akira’s tiny mouth for the first time in her life, she looks down in horror as drool starts to pool and bubble out of her overflowing mouth. With a smirk, Anastasia reaches over and pushes Akira’s hair all in her face and bubbling, gagging mouth. “We've got a looong car ride ahead of us,” Anastasia tells Akira, sipping casually on her juice as she drives down the highway. “So get comfortable. You look pitifully helpless…” Akira’s muffled and panicked words gargled back in response. Akira struggles to get loose, terrified and frantic. Mockingly, Anastasia teases her futile attempts to wriggle free. Cruelly Anastasia offers a sip to Akira- then reminds her that she will not be eating until they make it all the way up the coast. Anastasia watches in entertainment as the pooled up spit starts to dribble and drip down into Akira’s hair and all over her front, much to Akira’s disgust. Akira shifts her eyes frantically staring out the window, hoping to catch the eye of anyone driving by for help...