Stuck in the stifling and entrapping layer of plastic, her hair matted with sweat as she squirms uselessly in her steaming suffocating cocoon, her heels are designed to tickle her soles with electricity if she takes her weight off them, forcing her to maintain her uncomfortable position, rooted to the spot for fear of falling over if she tries to hop on the unstable heels.

    No matter how she wriggles and writhes, she cannot relieve the discomfort of her forced kneeling position. The cunning ropes which pull on her arms and hair stop her from supporting herself on the mattress or her feet, devilishly keeping her body and head from finding any rest. Worse still, the toilet bowl is out reach, forcing her to either bear the discomfort of a full bladder for a full day, or wallow in her incontinence knowing full well that dirtying the cell floor will only worsen her punishment.