She just has to walk on her knees and elbows for one minute, one whole minute: that is all her captors require, and she will be free. Several days have passed. She has been fed and watered, has passed waste into the suit several times, but she is no closer or further from her goal than at the start. Trapped in the suit, she cannot see them, but can hear their footfalls and soft laughter at her predicament, taunting her with the promise of freedom. The suit stinks of her own sweat and waste, but she can only scream into the gag in frustration as the noisome mixture of bodily fluids slips and slides between her skin and the thick clinging layer which imprisons her. She does not know that her entire ordeal is being streamed live, with viewers betting on how long she will take to get her freedom, if at all. If she does not get out within a month, she will be given as a gift to the highest donor to the channel.
