let's ride

when are they going to invent a machine that straps you down the moment you sit down, wrists tied down to the armrests, ankles secured seperately, each bound to a static point and utterly helpless. You try to get up but a strap is winding around your waist, pulling your body tight against the soft padding of the seat beneath you, and then there’s a strap of leather wrapping around your throat and pulling tight enough to make you dizzy. Struggling harder as more straps wrap around your thighs, your arms, your body, feeling a gag forced into your mouth turning your cries for help into gasps and moans. The straps are pulling tighter on your body, and your heartbeat races but there’s nothing you can do as your vision breaks down into static from the adrenaline and the collar taut against your throat. You’re barely conscious of the visor lowering into your vision, strapped tight around your head, flooding your vision with bursting patterns and pretty spirals that rewrite your thoughts into that of an obedient toy.