I can't help but wrap my hands around the parts of your face that are left unwrapped. Your nose and mouth are so...so...vulnerable. I could take away your breathing with just my hands alone. My hands over your mouth and nose. All your breathing holes, gone.

And what can you do about it? Nothing. You're entirely wrapped up in plastic wrap, mummified to the table like a weak, hapless little bitch. It's all too fun to control the very thing you need to live, to survive. It's so exciting knowing that I can control your very basic human functions with just my fingers. You feel so helple... Show more