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"Keep still or it will take longer" he commanded. "Now I'm going to make a hole at your mouth with a knife. Keep your tongue back." Fresh air flowed into her mouth. Not a lot, but enough. She sucked at it greedily. She could still see fairly well through the black film, but she was discovering a claustrophobia that she never knew she had. He had her stick her curled tongue out of the hole, enlarging it as she did. Then he told her she may suck air through her curled tongue, but that she was to exhale through her nose. And her punishment would be doubled for every word she spoke.
As she adapted to this new state, he continued working, gathering the excess bag in a roll down her spine, drawing the plastic into a second skin. Holes much smaller than her breasts were cut with the scissors of a Swiss army knife. These were tugged and stretched until the plastic was snug to her chest, her breasts protruding obscenely, only slightly constricted at their bases. Her fear grew. Why? She could breathe. Her arms hurt and her hands were going numb, but this fear had no explanation, it just was.