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 skin – Confined to a coffin like container lined with foam, a sensory deprivation hood seals her head with a 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 – silence. Flexing her skin, it is held rapid by an unyielding resistance.
As her senses slowly reveal an unfathomable state – a waking nightmare materializes. She feels sexy – pressure builds throughout her body. Her arms feel numb and will not move.
She is tightly wrapped with flexible film and fixed 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…
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