Redhead in dungeon gets rough with man, chained and cuffed

The girl has long red hair, pale skin, and a visible tattoo across her forehead — she’s slim, maybe early 20s, and appears in near every shot crawling, pressed against walls, or trapped under some kind of wooden structure. She’s in what looks like a low-ceiling basement with stone and wood walls, dim lighting, metal grates underfoot. At one point she’s on all fours with a chain looped around one leg, ankle cuffed, pulling slightly like she’s trying to move but can’t. Then a guy shows up — brown hair, short, muscular build — he grabs her head hard, shoving it sideways against the wall, one hand clamped on her jaw like he’s controlling her angle. She’s not speaking, mouth closed, but her expression shifts from blank to strained. Later she’s stuffed into a wooden box or mask, only her face visible, black painted lines across her cheeks and forehead, giving it a ritual vibe. The camera stays tight on textures: rust, concrete grit, the dull shine of the cuffs, sweat on her neck. No dialogue, no music — just ambient sound, breathing, the scrape of metal. It’s not a sex scene in the traditional sense, more psychological, focused on capture and submission, but the tension is there in how she moves — slow, deliberate — like she’s playing into the role. The guy doesn’t strip or expose himself, just maintains dominance through grip and proximity. One shot shows her hand chained to the floor, fingers curled, forearm tensed. It’s dark, quiet, and feels real.