Bramble had some really dark fantasies. She was reading a lot of smut about mad criminals capturing girls, enslaving them and treating them like garbage. It felt so romantic to her, so magical. It’s impossible to find someone like them in real life. That’s what she thought.   Until one day her prayers were heard. Ofelia captures the girl, tied her wrists, sealed mouth with tape and throw her in the trunk, to go in the deep woods, where no one can hear them.   Ofelia loves girls and their bellies. But not in a sensual way, she doesn’t want to caresses or kiss them. She wants to destroy soft flesh with scratching and hard punching. She likes to beat the hell out of this helpless, bondaged girls, hear their scream, see bruises and marks.   Ofelia takes the girl out of the car to give her a couple of welcome punches as an aperitive to a main dish. Only trees and bushes around for lots of miles, so no one can come and help Brumble to escape.   In the woods they find a perfect place for suspension and secure Brumble above the ground. Ofelia squeezes her belly, digs finger deep inside, scratching it to make it red and swallow. She punches the girl’s belly, making her body swing with the only support of leather handcuffs. She cries and trying to beg for mercy, but the tape is still covering her mouth, making every sound incoherent.   But like it’s not enough, Ofelia pulls Bramble’s hair, spit water on her, slaps her face to make her completely miserable.