The feel of the rubber sticking perfectly to your body. The lines of the body that become exposed when the air escapes. The happiness of being a piece of furniture and sitting on it. I feel the pleasure of being crushed and oppressed. The space I was trapped in was getting smaller little by little, and I was unable to move. All they were given was a hose to breathe air. It's all up to the Queen's will...
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