Sochai calls himself Black Claw, moving nimbly in a Bangkok gym, specializing in selling non-existent personal training packages and taking the money before disappearing. Two clients discover the scam, follow him after class, and pin him against the wall in the back corridor to demand their money. His pockets hold only a few crumpled bills. Ignoring his excuses, they take him back to the apartment and bind him to a wooden chair in the living room: wrists tied behind his back, ankles secured, mouth gagged with a strip of cloth. The two slowly strip off his clothes, first humiliating him with words, then teasing him at length with hands and mouths. They edge him again and again, watching him tremble before stopping. They lock the door and leave. Black Claw remains tied to the chair, hard and unreleased, the gag soaked through, the room filled with nothing but silence.