Bound silence: a nightmare ride on the midnight express

In the stillness of a deserted train station, a solitary figure, Emma Watson, was bound to a cold metal bench. Her legs spread wide, revealing her vulnerability. A sex machine, a monstrous contraption, loomed over her, its cold metallic parts glinting in the dim light. As the machine started its inexorable rhythm, Emma's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and something else, something darker, flickering within. And then, with a shudder and a gasp, she came, her release echoing through the silent station.