A villain has come to finally bad his first Odette. That is how you find me: in a fifty-gallon clear plastic trash bag. I am frightened and I am struggling to get out of the bag on the wooden floor. However, I cannot find a way out! I press my face up against the thick, clear plastic in desperation, my breath temporarily fogging the plastic. As I look out into empty room, I press against the plastic. It starts to get a bit steamy in there and my view gets foggy in some places. I start to feel light-headed as I use up my precious air inside of the bag. My poor little face and hands press up aga...

A villain has come to finally bad his first Odette. That is how you find me: in a fifty-gallon clear plastic trash bag. I am frightened and I am struggling to get out of the bag on the wooden floor. However, I cannot find a way out! I press my face up against the thick, clear plastic in desperation, my breath temporarily fogging the plastic. As I look out into empty room, I press against the plastic. It starts to get a bit steamy in there and my view gets foggy in some places. I start to feel light-headed as I use up my precious air inside of the bag. My poor little face and hands press up again and again against the plastic that separates me from the outside world. I slowly crawl and inch my way out of your view, leaving you wondering if I will ever escape before it's too late!