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Her delivery approach strikes lucidly of where she has been where she is going.She slowly wakes to a gentle tug and rocking her own body – Confined into a coffin like container lined with foamand also a sensory deprivation hood protects her head with a bulbous pressure.A built in Anesthesia Mask covers her nose and mouth orifices permitting the fetid air of her confinement to oxygenate her.The sound of her breath flowed to her consciousness – What's in my head – yanking it – squeezing it – sticking to me?She holds her breath – dead quiet. Flexing her entire body, it’s held fast by an unyielding resistance.As her senses slowly show an abysmal nation – a waking nightmare materializes. She feels hot – pressure builds through her body. Her wrists feel helpless and won’t move.She is closely wrapped with plastic film and bound together with webbing. Her toes, strapped in to 6″ stiletto heels.Helplessly probing a suffocating shadow, her head roars over the loudly rasps of stale air. She gasps straining against the enclosure as her body aches. Clank, Clank, Clank, The pig rolls from her pupa – she feels a sudden cold hardness pressing her.From the confines of a minimalist jail her senses burst because she’s manhandled by a dangerous new entity.Cut in the uterus of her plastic wrap forensic shield, she’s quickly hogtied. Then, a loud but distant command orders her into her knees.She struggles to obey – her writhing becomes more frantic because the jarring jolt jabs of a jolt saber stab her and again.Her atmosphere orifice whistles because she gulps involving screams.He grabs her by the neck, yanking her into her knees.The method is time-tested – assault her senses; flooding her mind with shock, horror and confusion.Still hogtied, kneeling, balanced precariously, she feels her head yanked back – he places a rebreather strand across the hood's only opening. Her mouth is packed – crammed with a massive sponge and sealed with a band of closely wrapped vinyl tape. Her eyes are stretched broad because the terror of the madman's machinations unfold until her.He approaches, clinching a brass rod and a long snaking red cable attached in the end. |
