In another warehouse across town, Stella was just waking up. What the hell…?

Everywhere she looked, clear plastic met her gaze. When she moved, it moved with her. Her feet slipped as she moved, tugging, somehow.

Looking up, she saw the canopy of an umbrella over her head. It moved with her, securely fastened to her head, with a pole coming down from it that was clamped to her neck and wrists.

As Sandy, before, she was gagged and plugged.

Unlike Sandy’s confinement, however, hers had a built-in floor. She was sealed in completely, and it was airtight.

Stella struggled to get free, the canopy misting up with her efforts to escape.

The vibrators triggered, and the umbrella released from its clamp.

Stella saw an exit, and tried to walk to it, but her feet kept slipping under her on the glasslike plastic. She fell, hard. The canopy bent, then straightened, pushing her partly upright. Sobbing, still trying to get free, she tried again to get to the exit.

It was getting hard to see now, from her breath misting the canopy, and hard to breathe. Stella struggled on, but she knew she wasn’t going to make it.

She fell, dizzy, and landed on the floor at an angle, still supported by the canopy of the umbrella, faintly moaning into her gag as the vibrators surged.

She passed out for the final time as she came…