Chapter 248 Sybian Streaming Trap(Erotica):>Ep7

• She slammed her fist on the flat roof above her, hitting it with less impact than she'd expected. So feeble and weak. So tired. She rose carefully, half-standing and half-crouching as she grappled to steady herself, leaning on the walls. Positioning her feet was difficult, as the screens, chains and a very wet sticky saddle took up most of the floor space. It was slick with her juices, filling the air with her musky sex. It was simultaneously nauseating and strangely erotic in a carnal sort of way. An animalistic side she hadn't known of herself that had shocked her. She pushed it from her mind, she wanted to push the whole ordeal away and reject it. She had to get out of this thing!
• Looking around it now from her new vantage point, she was struck by how alien and clinical the box felt, like an examination room. Scanning the walls and ceiling of her cell, she soon spotted the latch at the back. It was set into the wall which had been her backdrop for the duration of the 'show'. It was high up, close to the top of the box, and the mechanism looked like the kind of handle a car door would have, a sunken indent in the wall with a pullable lever inside it. She reached for it, almost afraid to find out what awaited her outside. Whatever trepidation she felt was far outweighed by the urgent need to put distance between herself and the objects of her torment. Closing her eyes, she pulled the latch and the roof of the box clicked open with a soft hiss. Cold fresh air rushed in from the tiny gap from where the top had slightly lifted. She could hear thumping music coming from somewhere distant. Timidly, she pushed it open on it's hinge and peered out.
• It was dark, and it took her eyes a while to adjust having been in the bright white box for so long. There were street lamps quite a way away, and the box was on some dingy concrete slabs extending away from her in every direction, then a sudden drop several metres on all sides. Her brain strained to make sense of it, before she realised she was on the roof of a building. The music was familiar, that rhythmic beat reverberating through the walls. It was dance music... She was on top of a night club! She remembered now, she was out with her friends at some guerrish club in town for a birthday. That's what she had been doing before waking in the box. How long ago was that?