I am bound tight to this rolling chair in my black workout top and leggings, Nike sneakers still on my feet like I never finished the session. Thick white rope wraps my chest, cinches my arms behind the backrest, and locks my wrists together while more of it winds around my ankles and the chair legs so I cannot slide free. The black hood covers my face and the red ball gag fills my mouth; every breath I take is muffled and every small shift of the chair wheels only reminds me how completely I am held. I sit here waiting, helpless and on display, knowing you get to watch exactly how long I stay this way.