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So she was totally encased in plastic. So what? She was surviving tolerably well on her meager allotment of air. But there was something totally nightmarish about the feeling. The world looked surreal through the black bag. She was terrifyingly aware of every breath she took. About her vulnerability, sucking her life through a tiny slit. A loop of fishing line was passed over her thumbs and pulled tight. It was wrapped around her hands, binding her palms together. Then he started passing the spool around and around her tightly spiraling the thin cord down her arms, over her face and down her body. The rounds were uniformly spaced at about two inches except where they missed her breasts entirely. Everywhere they dug deep into her soft flesh. Numerous rounds encompassing her insteps and arches held her feet tight. Then the procedure was repeated in the opposite direction so that when completed, she was decorated front and back with a row perfectly centered 'X's.