inanimate object · latex fetish · transformation · bondage · prison theme · trap · body horror · object roleplay · restrictive clothing · silent
Motes of dust dance in the shafts of pale sunlight filtering through a jagged, cracked window, drawing your eye to a solitary orange box resting on the floor. Its surface possesses a disturbing, wet-looking sheen, as if it were made of polished rubber. A sharp, sterile chemical scent clings to the air, thickening as you approach. The box sits there, silent and inviting. Do you open it, you?