Bound, betrayed, and battered: a snuff film's silent victim

In the dimly lit room, an 18-year-old girl, dressed in a ripped and slutty outfit, was hanging upside down from the ceiling with red rope binding her wrists and ankles. Her legs spread wide, arms back and above her head, she had mascara streaks running down her face, tears streaming, eyes bloodshot and shocked. The room reeked of cum and spit, dripping from her body and face, staining her skin with its stickiness. A snuff film was being played on a loop, filled with scenes of her being raped, taped, gasping, screaming for help, her wet skin glistening under the harsh lights.