Paper

"M-mmm", Alex spoke, hoping that the two syllable word would be translated as paper.

She felt Aisha's bound hands against her chest. They were in a rock shape.

Alex was filled with joy. She had survived another round! Aisha was now at five restraints out of seven. She just had to win two more rounds. Surely that wouldn't be too hard.

But then Alex felt herself being lifted up off the ground and carried by strong hands. She tried to protest.

"Mm mm mmm mm! mmm mmm!"

She tried to struggle out of the grip, but it was unsuccessful. Alex's brain then worked out what was happening.

Scissors also had two syllables. She had no way of confirming which choice she had picked. Aisha had cheated!

Alex trashed even more wildly, but could barely move an inch any more. She was completely off the ground an squirming like a worm. She then felt cold latex against the parts of her thighs.

It was the latex cocoon. Alex froze, then began crying out of terror. She didn't want to be put in the bag. She didn't want to lose! She didn't want to be stuck completely immobile for X amount of hours!

But no matter what Alex tried to do, she felt straps cover her body, trapping her in the cold latex shell. Two tubes went up her nose, and then the coldness reached the front of her body. It had been closed. She was trapped.