She stays inside.

"My fate is written. This product is my final vessel." — Jen said in a defeated tone.

"Don't think of it as a surrender. Bear your fate with pride. This is how you persist."

"The inflation has begun."

The suit started to hiss loudly, as some gas started pumping intensely into it through some hoses Jen never noticed while putting the thing on. Her body felt funny as the gas tickled all of her intimacies. She jumped, and the jump was higher and easier than she felt natural.

"That's why they called it a 'flysuit'."

Soon, the rubber started to take its final shape, forcing Jen into a spread eagle and going above the holes her limbs were sticking out of. The material was also rising like a pudding around her head. The girl tried to jump again... and never landed.

"The inflation has finished."

As the flysuit was bouncing against the round ceiling, the hoses fell off the suit, and the whole cell started moving somewhere deeper into the White Mall and away from Jen's hopes of escaping the place.

"I seize you so early..."

ENDING #4