Fear of Letting Go: Breath Control

An Li keeps the current humming through Elise’s clamped cunt, metal wheel dragging sparks across raw flesh. Elise breaks. Tears streak down her cheeks as the sensation crawls past what she can bear. An Li shifts, grabs the ventilator tubing, and forces a gas mask over Elise’s face. The seal snaps tight. Elise’s eyes flare wide; she knows this game. She fights to match her breaths to the machine’s rhythm, but panic, pain, and the crackle between her legs scramble every inhale. Every pull of air comes late or shallow, and the mask fogs with each ragged attempt. She is a woman losing the thread of her own control, gripping at empty air while the current and the mask press in from both sides.