Try to fight back

You try to sit up, it is not successful by any means. You feel as if your shirt and gloves are solid stone. You feel a sense of fear. But once you stop tugging the pleasant massaging starts again.

“Maybe if I get the gloves off I can get use of my hands.” You think, but as you quickly whip your hand back. The glove slips off. The best part of the tee shirt is that your forearms are free.

You were quick and able to do the same to the right glove.

“Ha!” You yell as you rub your feet together peeling of the socks that lovingly hugged your toes.

“Now for the shirt.” You think while gripping the shirt and pulling it over your head.