Safe House 2 Part 1
Her delivery method speaks lucidly of where she has been and where she is going.
She slowly wakes to a gentle rocking and tug at her body - Confined to a coffin like container lined with foam, a sensory deprivation hood seals her head with a smothering 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 rushes into her consciousness - What's on my face - hugging it - squeezing it - sticking to me?
She holds her breath - dead silence. Flexing her body, it is held fast by an unyielding resistance.
As her senses slowly reveal an unfathomable state - a waking nightmare materializes. She feels hot - pressure builds throughout her body. Her arms feel numb and will not move.
She is tightly wrapped with plastic film and bound with webbing. Her feet, strapped into 6" stiletto heels.
Helplessly probing a suffocating darkness, her mind roars over the loud rasps of stale air. She gasps, desperately straining against the enclosure as her body aches for oxygen.
Clank, Clank, Clank, The worm rolls out of her pupa - she feels a sudden cold hardness pressing against her.
From the confines of a minimalist prison her senses explode as she is manhandled by a dangerous new entity.
Cut from the womb of her plastic wrap forensic shield, she is quickly hogtied. Then, a loud but distant command orders her to her knees.
She struggles to obey - her writhing becomes more frantic as the jarring jolt jabs of a shock saber stab her again and again.
Her air orifice whistles as she gulps between screams.
He grabs her by the neck, yanking her to her knees.
The method is time tested - assault her senses; flood her mind with shock, horror and confusion.
Still hogtied, kneeling, balanced precariously, she feels her head yanked back - he places a rebreather bladder over the hood's only opening.
Her mouth is packed - crammed with a large sponge and sealed with a band of tightly wrapped vinyl tape.
Her eyes are stretched wide as the terror of this madman's machinations unfold before her.
He approaches, clinching a brass rod and a long snaking red cable attached at the end.
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