Walk up to take a look

You walk up to the chest cautiously, expecting some sort of trap but hoping to detect it. As you walk up to the chest with careful steps, your foot begins to sink! You panic and try to pull your foot out, instinctively stepping hard with the other foot. This just makes it worse, as the other foot is now stuck in even deeper than the first.

Now even worse, you struggle with both feet slowly sinking into the latex tar pool. The struggles cause you to fall off balance, face first into the muck. With your hands bound behind you there is little you can do to right yourself as you begin to sink. You barely keep your face above the liquid latex as it seems to encase your body, tingling every inch of exposed skin as it does. It encompasses not only your skin, but your clothing as well. Soon your flailing body is layered in a shiny layer of latex, muffing your cries of panic as your head slowly sinks as well.

Your struggles increase as your entire world is blackened. You can’t hear, you can’t see, and yet somehow through this material air can still flow, albeit with effort like through fabric. Soon in your struggles you find a hard spot below, and are able to slowly on your knees crawl out of the pit. It seems the latex has hardened all across your body, molding into a solid form matching your shape, including connecting your arms bound behind you into one solid form. As you crawl, every sensation over your body feels heightened, from the floor beneath your knees to a slight breeze, it all feels amazing as if the latex was not only not there, but as sensitive as a newborns. You moan with each new sensation into your forcibly closed mouth, struggling through blindness on what to do next.