You try some other commands in hopes that something might trigger your freedom, but nothing works. The burning your body was feeling begins to come down to a slight warmth, however, your crouch still feels very uncomfortably hot.
The forced sway of your steps is jarring at first, but before you realize it, you begin to sway on your own a bit. After running for fifteen minutes, you don't even notice it any more. By this point, you focused more on keeping up with the treadmill.
Occasionally some people walk by the window, but other then a few glaces, no one seems to take interest in your plight. You come to the aggravating conclusion that from this distance all they must see is what looks like a young lady doing her morning run. In spite of embarrassment of being revealed, you start yelling for help at the people walking by, but the just walk by without even looking.
“What, can't you jerks hear me?” you growl.
*That is correct, Sara.*
“What?”
*As you remember, you soundproofed your home after numerous complaints about the loud noises your work generates, Sara.*
Hanging your head in defeat you try to finish your run. After what feels like forever, it comes to an end. Your body burns again, but this time you can't tell if its from the pills or just the punishment your body just went under. You sashay off the belt and it is hidden from view once more. |