Safe House 2, pt.1

Her delivery method speaks lucidly of where she has been and where she is going. She slowly wakes to a gentle rocking and tug at her body - Confined to a coffin like container lined with foam, a sensory deprivation hood seals her head with a smothering pressure. A built in Anesthesia Mask covers her nose and mouth orifices permitting the fetid air of her confinement to oxygenate her. The sound of her breath rushes into her consciousness - What's on my face - hugging it - squeezing it - sticking to me? She holds her breath - dead silence. Flexing her body, it is held fast by an unyielding resistance. As her senses slowly reveal an unfathomable state - a waking nightmare materializes. She feels hot - pressure builds throughout her body. Her arms feel numb and will not move...