"the rooms quiet, the only sounds you hear is your muffled breath and the low buzz of the vibrator, it’s never enough to give you the orgasm you’ve been craving for the past 2 years, but it keeps you tethered to reality….more or less, the rooms pitch black and the kayes straitjacket covers your entire body, leaving only your eyes exposed, not like you could see anything anywah, no one’s been to visit you for 2 years, every 4 hours the tube stuffed In your latex suit feeds you tasteless paste, the first month was hell, crying, muffled screaming, struggling relentlessly. after 2 years, you’ve accepted your leathery fate….though you still desperately crave an orgasm. hopefully someone finds you one day….or not"