Stay with them.

"They are good teammates. They do care about their friend. Maybe they'll have some good sport and tell me where the exit is afterwards if I ask nicely?" — Jen thought while entering the Bed Room.

There could be no other name to it. With dark blue walls, dim lighting and all kinds of sleeping equipment. Hammock sleepsacks, liquid mattresses, ultra thick beds. The girl knew nothing was without a wicked twist, but it all looked rather innocent, so she kind of understood how one's guard would be lowered.

They approached a bed with a canopy. This one was violently black, so it took a second for Jen to realize that there was a person under the sheets. And even then, not quite.

"Feli was dusting in there and must've set it off."

It was a vacuum bed with a single rubber sheet holding Feli under it with incredible ****. She could see her every curve, every detail. Even the duster in her hand. She was so there and so not at the same time.

"Come here, brave citizen! What's your name, by the way?" — the maids led Jen past the bed and next to another bed, identical to the first. — "Can you lie there for us for a second?"

"Uh, Jen, I'm Jen." — she answered while the red flags started pouring in. — "Why do you need me to do that?"

"That will help our friend a lot." — the maid's voice trembled a little. The facade was dropping slowly. — "Please, get in there."

Jen was cornered between the beds. Even if she could slip away somehow, there was no way she would outrun all three of the maids in her shackles. They, in turn, hoped she was going to lay down willingly. The girl looked at the black sheets and noticed they were a little damp. The final pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.

"You're not part of our team, so it... it will have to be you. I'm sorry." — the maid who called out to her in the first place said. — "It was me who got trapped in the first place. Right here. The girls decided that I would be much better at luring someone there, so... Felicia volunteered. At the time, we weren't even sure if the beds worked like that, and she still did that for me. So, um, here we are. Get in. Please. I'm sorry."

"And what if I actually want to be on your team too?" — Jen tried to negotiate.

"Ummm... You did make us swear to not take you, so I guess it's a 'no'. But if you'll be nice, we'll try to get some meanie to replace you."

Jen sighed. Resistance would have only made this uglier. She got her head under the canopy and looked up. The violently black rubber sheet was hanging up there, ready to violently descend. The masked maid was already standing on the other side to catch her if she tried running from her 'nice voluntary self-sacrifice'.

"A friendly advice: take a comfortable pose, because you won't be able to change it later."

Jen let go of the floor and got onto the squeaky bed. The rubber mattress was only a little rigid, and she hurried to position herself correctly. She looked at her belt and shackles. They were going to be sealed along with her. Heart was pumping. Any second now.

*WHHEEEUUSH*

The darkness did not fall. Instead, it was pulled onto her with such speed and **** that she still screamed despite expecting something of sorts. The vacuum established itself incredibly quickly, letting rubber envelop her every curve and crevice. For a couple seconds, there was nothing to breathe, but then two holes appeared against her nostrils. Jen tried to move something or anything, but everything was pressed against the bed too strongly. Even taking too much air into her lungs was meeting resistance.

While her futile struggles continued, the maids were celebrating a team reunion for a short while before leaving the hazardous room.

"There is no way they come back. Ever. They know it's a dangerous place now." — Jen started sobbing. — "But maybe someone else will come and free me, if by accident?"

***

Jen could not know how long she was lying for in her vacuum prison, but some mechanical stirring woke her up. The bed was going down to keep her somewhere else. Her screams of protest were muffled, her pathetic resistance prevented. No one came when it counted, so it was time to clean the sheets for a new unsuspecting slumberer.

ENDING #63