Sure, I was in a stall in the busy men’s room, but I sure thought about stepping out looking like this. Wonder if I would have made any friends that way?
Imagine you get dragged down to a basement, get bound in a straitjacket, and secured with many belts in a small padded room only to realize you're can't move an inch, volnurable and unable to resist what happens next. You became an object.
