The video opens with a loud rock song playing in the background as a group of five tough-looking guys, all wearing leather jackets and scowls, enter a dingy warehouse-like room. In the center of the room is a young woman, her hands tied above her head to a thick metal pipe. She's dressed in a tiny red bikini, her body trembling with fear.
"Tell your friends to bring more booze next time, or we'll be back for them," the leader says, chuckling darkly. The others laugh along, their eyes never leaving the terrified girl in front of them.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammers, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Sure you do, sweetheart," the leader replies, grabbing a fistful of her hair and y "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammers, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Sure you do, sweetheart," the leader replies, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her forward. "Just tell us where the documents are and this can all be over quickly."
