Yes, but carefully.

“See? Holy shit, she might need help. No time for a doubt!” — as she skillfully opened the keyhole on her back, tossed the key into the hat, picked up the skirt and proceeded carefully.

There was a way forward, but the moans came from the passage to the left, so Una skipped through the vicious metal, her boot soles joyfully squeaking as well as the dildos inside her, and she approached the turn, getting excited to see a human for the first time in... she never knew how long.

When the girl had the chance to look, her previously fine balance almost failed her. Her arousal also disappeared completely upon what she saw.

A person was hanging by two chains in the middle of the room, held in the air by a metal belt on her waist. She was covered in latex, velvet and metal from head to toe. Moreover, her hands were connected by a chain which went between her legs and pushed against her latex dress’ skirt, stretching her into a painful position. There was a plain rubber mask on her face. It repeated every feature of her pretty face and had no holes on her eyes and mouth.

The mask did not cover her ears, so she might have heard Una entering the area and started trying to produce sounds, muffled by the gag in her mouth behind the mask.

“Can you hear me?”

“Uff-uff”

“Oh lord, I’ll try to help you, perhaps gather a pile of keys to try and release you from some of these. Holy shit, the door behind you says ‘13/3’. Your release won’t be...”

“Wuh-tuh”

“What?” — Una got closer to have a better hearing.

“Wuu-tur” — the poor being’s gagged voice was much weaker, but clearer.

“Water? Oh no. Let’s hope we find the key to your mask first. I’ve seen a lot of keys on my way, some must be yours.”

“Nuw”

Una already started off, but the word made her stop and turn around. The mask looked directly at her now, and the girl on the ground saw that there was no keyhole or other type of lock on the mask’s surface.

“What have you done to yourself?” — Una asked, already having a guess she did not like. She looked around the crime scene and spotted a used Keyhole Sealer lying on the floor. “What have you done?” — the girl cried, tears were running down her face.

Una grasped the mask and tried to pull it off with brute ****, but despite all her efforts, there was not even a tiny gap between the skin and the device.

When she released it, the victim of the Mall started swinging back and forth on the chains, and Una stepped aside to not get hit. When the swinging stopped, she noticed that the body went limp.

“I can’t help her, can I?”

“Hey, we got to try something else! We can’t leave her to die!”