Held in suspension 12 feet off the ground, my body was tired from being crammed into the Pichard cage. My feet were into an uncomfortable pointe position from the ballet boots. Suddenly the cage was yanked up and down with me inside, and there was nothing I could do about it ... Until the Doctor unlocked me from one prison to another. Now a latex straitjacket and a gas mask controlled me. Listen as my breathing increases and the frustration intensifies.