Rubber prison for Mavis slave final phase - Made to Measure 15

MANY HOURS LATER

MAVIS IS STILL STRUGGLING. SHE HAS NO IDEA HOW LONG SHE HAS BEEN TRAPPED IN THIS ROOM.

WAS IT HOURS? DAYS?

SHE HAS NO CLUE.

SHE THOUGH OF HER HUSBAND. HER FATHER... SURELY THEY SHOULD HAVE NOTICED HER ABSENCE BY NOW. THE THOUGHT OF IT GAVE HER HOPE. MAYBE THERE IS STILL A CHANCE THAT SOMEONE WILL FIND HER AND SAVE HER...

MAYBE IF...

A STATIC NOISE PULLS HER BACK TO THE HARD REALITY. GEORGE FINALLY BROKE HER LONG ORDEAL OF SILENCE.

GEORGE: "GOOD MORNING SLAVE! I HOPE YOU ARE WELL RESTED?"

MAVIS SCREAMS IN ANGER AND DESPERATION

MAVIS: ...

THE SOUND OF HER STRUGGLE AGAINST THE RUBBER BECOMING MORE FRANTIC IS THE ONLY INDICATION TO GEORGE THAT SHE HEARD HIM LOUD AND CLEAR.

THE SIGHT AND SOUND OF MAVIS MAKE GEORGE EXTREME HAPPY AND ALSO... TURNED ON.

GEORGE: AS MUCH AS I ENJOY THE SOUND OF THAT SQUEAKING RUBBER SLAVE. I THINK IT IS TIME TO COMPLETELY REMOVE YOUR ABILITY TO MOVE EVEN A SINGLE MUSCLE.

AND ASLO... TO GIVE YOU. YOUR FINAL AND PERMANENT APPEARANCE FROM NOW ON!

MAVIS STRUGGLED AND SCREAMED AS MUCH AS SHE COULD. HOPING THAT AT LEAST A CUSTOMER OUTSIDE WOULD HEAR THE SQUEAKING SOUND OF HER RUBBER PRISON.

MAVIS: ...

GEORGE GRINS: "YOU ARE SO PATHETIC. IT PLEASES ME SLAVE."

HE PUSHES A FEW BUTTONS ON HIS CONSOLES. THE ROBOTIC ARMS MAKE THEIR ENTRANCES. BRING SOME OF THE FINAL PIECES OF HER PRISON WITH THEM. PIECES OF HARD SHINY PLASTIC SHELLS. PARTS OF A LARGE WHOLE.

THE ROBOTS CAREFULLY POSITION THE FIRST PIECES AT THE BOTTOM OF HER RUBBER COCOON. READY TO SECURE THEM IN PLACE.

GEORGE: THIS IS THE FINAL PHASE SLAVE!