Sealed in
One of them was leading the slave in the direction of the showers, while the other one grabbed me, “Hey, we’ve got something for you!” Uh-oh. What did they have in store for me? The slave had been in the 1.2mm thick MD-Latex suit for the whole day – the one that looked like a hazmat suit, with socks and gloves attached. And because that suit had water tight zippers and an attached gas mask, everything – sweat, and who knows what else – had stayed in the suit. They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower. “OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position...