411 and Angelica sit naked, gagged, and chained at the neck inside a metal tank with glass front. The tank looms much larger than two girls. Sounds echo, and with each movement, a low metallic rumble. Water slowly rises. Their genitals are viewed through water and glass. As the water reaches the length of the chain, they grow more hysterical, stretching noses and mouths upward, gasping for each precious bubble of air. Two girls submerged, breathing through tubes, hair floating, eyes wide, searching, hiss of air through tubes. It is eerie, surreal. Bubbles glisten on skin. Darkness surrounds. A dim greenish light filters through.