The hum grew louder. The pressure increased, moving up her calves. It wasn’t painful. It was remembered . Her body, traitorously, began to tremble. Tears leaked from under the blindfold.
But this time, she could not look down. There was only blackness and the feeling of her dead legs being massaged by ghosts. Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young NGOD-220 -...
But her hands were shaking. And she was smiling. A broken, ugly, real smile. The hum grew louder
She reached for the ankle restraints, unclicked them herself, and swung her dead weight back into her wheelchair. For the first time, she didn’t look at the chair as a cage. unclicked them herself
“No,” he said softly. “I want you to strap yourself.”