Chapter Fourteen Perhaps 128 should be grateful for the denial. For what little she was able to excrete, held within the confines of the constricting layers of plastic wrapping, now irritates the skin. She needs to scratch... she needs to move... she needs the exhilarating feeling of cooling air on skin long confined. Then the voice returns, soft but remaining deep, the gender remaining indistinguishable. “Why is 128 here?” The girl has no reply. After a moment of silence the cruel electrified dildo shocks. “Why is 128 here?” Attention riveted, further pain to be avoided, subjugant 128 equivocates. “I.... er... 128 is... well I... er 128 has needs that... well...I’m... I’m.... 128 has special needs.” The strained attempt earns a jolt. Despite the darkness it seems the chamber alig