Squid Games: Assorted Beauty Bondage Breakout Games

1. The blue sky above, suddenly surged layers of thick dark clouds, the world, the wind was fierce, whistling and scraping; "Hohoho ...... Hohohoho ......" The woods in all corners of the city were attacked by strong winds, large groups of leaves wrapped in the wind rubbing the eaves and corners of the house flew by rapidly, as if the ghosts of the funeral report wobbled and swept by. "Wooooooo...... Wooooooo......" In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, there are three beautiful women being tied up and suspended in mid-air; sideburns and clouds want to degree the snow on the cheeks of the fragrance, when the moon goes out, the beauty and the tears of the resignation; in the air a woman who looks like a sexy young woman is tightly entangled by the ropes, she is wearing a flirty stepmother dress, which is also all the time not to set off her delicate figure, and her crystal clear black silk legs are being bound by people from the thighs to the ankles with a twine ring! This hemp rope is not thick or thin, seems to be the size of her toes, but tough as the Monkey King's head, tightly set on her legs, her beautiful black silk feet to the strangulation of a rope marks, and on the bound feet, her feet stomped on a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the rope constantly tangled up in the soles of her red shoes, the instep and soles of her feet to the bound together, inseparable, and the black red-soled high-heeled shoes. The black high heels with red soles and the black silk that was permeated with flesh showed the woman's voluptuousness. The woman's arms were tied into a "W" shape, and chest tied together, there is a rope to the wrists and ankles tied together into a "team". This not only highlights the two "peaks" in front of the woman's chest, but also greatly increased the difficulty of the woman off the bondage, let her how to struggle can not move the rope in the slightest, Hibiscus such as the face of the willow such as eyebrow, how not to tears on this. The cherry general rosy lips were also stuffed by the mouth ball, outside also set a layer of mask, eyes were also silk scarf blindfolded, silk general long hair like the heavenly river from the sky pouring down from the top of the head, is simply a work of art. The only thing she could do was to "whimper" while drooling like a waterfall of saliva in the midst of boundless fear, her voice just like a mosquito hum. 　　"Oooh, oooh~!" And right beside this young woman was hanging two other teenage girls, from their clothes it was easy to see that they were obviously at school age, one was wearing a pink sailor suit and white silk, the other was wearing a navy blue sailor suit and meat silk; long, detailed hair, often draped over the shoulders, slightly soft and beautiful, and sometimes loosely counted long hair, showing a different kind of elegance, suddenly turning from maturity to cuteness; the two young girls were tied up with cotton ropes all over their bodies. The young girl was bound by the cotton rope, draped in golden hair, looks like and foreigners, with a big wave like the waves of the sea, let a person newborn love and pity, white skin as if just peeled eggs, big eyes flashing as if they could talk, small red lips and skin white, more obvious, a pair of small dimples evenly distributed in the cheeks on both sides, shallow smile, dimples in the cheeks hidden, lovely as heavenly fairies. If it wasn't for the two dragon eyes, it would have been a great success. If it wasn't for the two dragon eyes that were tightly wrapped in a silk scarf, it would simply be a world-class beauty comparable to Xi Shi, and anyone who looked at it would be salivating. It's just a pity that the binding method on these two young girls and the young woman is just like the same; and next to the two young girls, there are a lot of beautiful women, and they seem to come from all walks of life, some wear stewardess uniforms, some wear sailor uniforms, and some wear rabbit girl erotic clothing ...... But without exception, they were all tied up with death and could not move. 　　Dawn, blue sky, return to the clouds, the sun has just risen, shining on the red flowers, green leaves, the leaves are still with crystal, transparent fresh dewdrops. The wind was also fresh, fresh and fragrant, as if it were like the breath of an amorous maiden. The sunlight crawled in through the cracks of the ventilation fan, gently waking them up. "Mmmmmmmmmmm~!" The sound came from the women's slender and graceful necks, as if seagulls were dancing on the surface of the sea. Suddenly, the roller shutter door stretched out with a "wow" sound, and then did a "pull-up", and the door was opened; and within the house, it was the three beauties hanging in the air, and at that moment, only to see a mysterious person walk in from the doorway, and the three beauties hanging in the air, not knowing whether they were calling for help or protesting, instantly agitatedly and desperately struggling up. 　　"Wooooooooo~! Wooooooooooooo~!" The young woman who was hanging in the air was whimpering, although she could not see her face that was covered by the silk scarf, she could clearly see that both sides of her cheeks along with the slender white neck behind her were all red, red through white and very beautiful. Her name is Li Wenjuan, she is a freelancer, married in the United States in early years and gave birth to two daughters, but later she and her husband in the United States divorced, can only return home alone to raise two daughters, and these two daughters at this time is being hanged by her side, the same eyes are also silk scarf blindfolded, the mouth is also stuffed by the ball of the mouth, can only be in the air and constantly whimpering; wearing navy blue sailor suit is the older sister of the Zhang Shi, wearing pink sailor suit is the younger sister of the Zhang Yue. The one in navy blue sailor uniform was her sister, Zhang Shi, and the one in pink sailor uniform was her sister, Zhang Yue. 　　As for how they came to be here, it had to start from last night. The more disheveled they became, the more hesitant they grew. "Everyone pay close attention. The collars around your necks are equipped with GPS trackers and electric shock devices. I'm telling you clearly, this is just a warning. Next time you dare to disobey or try to escape, it won't be a simple electric shock!" Han Jie said with a graceful and solemn demeanor, her gaze stern as she surveyed all the beauties in the warehouse. The whip in her hand cracked repeatedly, "Crack! Crack!" sending shivers of fear through the women suspended in the air. Only through a serious gaze fixed outward from within one's attire, and a life lived in earnest adherence to that attire, can one suppress mockery and regard any person's attire as sacred. After hearing Han Jie's words and witnessing the fate of the first rebel, the women hanging in the air fell silent instantly. After all, no one wanted to experience the sensation of an electric shock. "Alright! That's all I have to say. Now! Let the games begin!" Han Jie declared, and with that, the beauties commenced their competition. Let us now shift our focus to Li Wenjuan and her mother. "Mmmph mmmph~!" Li Wenjuan, suspended in the air, writhed her indescribably beautiful form, showcasing her perfect curves to their fullest, captivating all who beheld her. Once the gag was removed, saliva dripped incessantly onto the floor. Her red lips and pearly teeth gnawed at the straw before her mouth, only able to emit muffled sounds like an infant sucking. Initially, it was manageable. The straw didn't move too quickly, allowing Li Wenjuan to easily reach out her head and take a few sips. At this very moment. Time in the warehouse seemed to lose its length, moments flew by, and yet time stood still. Time endures, while we pass. "This challenge seems to be just like this," Li Wenjuan thought to herself, a secret joy bubbling within. The human heart is unpredictable, better not to test it. Worldly affairs change, better to let them be. Suddenly, Li Wenjuan felt the rope's movement speed up slightly. "Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!" The rope began to accelerate its ascent. Human schemes are unfathomable, heavenly will is unpredictable, and worldly affairs are not set in stone. As the saying goes, humans plan, but heaven decides. Soon, as the rope's speed was increased to the third, fourth, and even fifth gear, they began to feel overwhelmed. Her tender, cherry-red lips and small mouth often couldn't keep up with the straw, and even when they did manage to bite down, they could only suck for three to five seconds. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~!" Her cherry-red mouth, with its delicate and elegant features, could captivate any crowd without any adornment. Yet, even with such a beautiful little face, Li Wenjuan twisted her head incessantly, seemingly trying to keep pace with the sucking. The three of them, mother and daughters, had to keep their cherry-red mouths open, stretching their necks like giraffes to reach, just to ingest as much nutrient solution as possible. The sensation was an unbearable torment. Now, let us survey the situation of the other beauties in the warehouse. In a way, Li Wenjuan and her daughters were performing quite well. Compared to them, the other beauties were riddled with mistakes. Some beauties accidentally bit off the straw, which then fell to the ground. Suspended in the air, they could only watch their half-consumed nutrient solution with despair. Others drank the nutrient solution in large gulps, only to choke and cough it all out onto the floor, the straw dangling uselessly. Some simply had necks too short to reach. The most unfortunate was the qipao beauty who had cursed as soon as her gag was removed. While drinking the nutrient solution, she was periodically shocked. This was likely the mysterious person's revenge for her outburst. "Drip, drip." This seemed to be the sound of nutrient solution and liquid dripping onto the floor, but in reality, it was mixed with the ticking of the clock's hands. "Alright! The competition is over! Now, prepare for your punishments, losers!" Gradually, after that long yet fleeting hour, Li Wenjuan and her daughters managed to overcome all obstacles and narrowly passed. However, not all the remaining beauties were as fortunate. A young nurse, a woman in a professional suit and pencil skirt, and the qipao beauty from earlier were brought down and locked into a cage. The cage was narrow, barely accommodating their delicate bodies, with only their heads able to protrude. Next, several men in black re-attached their gags, blindfolded their bright eyes with silk scarves, rendering them immobile like bound parcels. "Mmmph mmmph~" Then, the mysterious person activated the electric collars, causing them to convulse and struggle again, this time more violently than before, almost straining against the iron bars of the cage. The mother and daughters, along with the other beauties, watched them suffer. Their bright eyes and pearly teeth, their graceful figures, were so beautiful they couldn't look away. Goosebumps covered their fair, delicate skin. While pitying them, they also lamented the unfairness of fate. The men in black pushed the three women away, then released all the remaining beauties, untying the ropes from their wrists and ankles, and helping them up. Supported by the mysterious person, the beauties hopped like kangaroos to the resting area behind the warehouse, where they were then laid down on the floor. "Next, the next round will begin in fifteen minutes," the mysterious person announced. Suddenly, all the beauties, including Li Wenjuan and her daughters, felt an urge to urinate. Their bladders felt like balloons, about to burst. And the shy girls, rescued and bound by hemp ropes, were even more uniquely beautiful. They exuded a seductive and charming aura, their bodies appearing even more graceful and voluptuous under restraint. They were like moons veiled by light clouds, hazy and mysterious; or like snowflakes dancing in the wind, light and agile. Especially their legs in stockings, entwined by hemp ropes, swayed gently on the black-clad men's sturdy shoulders, drawing particular attention. And their cherry-like mouths, sealed by gags, dripped saliva, conjuring images of their inner helplessness and longing. The black-clad man, carrying the little beauties, strode out of the bathroom. He looked at the little beauties in his arms, a flicker of complex emotion in his eyes. The little beauties lowered their heads, their eyes darting, as if contemplating something. Their hearts pounded, their cheeks still flushed, but behind this shyness, something else seemed to be hidden. And at this moment, the black-clad man spoke, "I now declare the next round to begin! Everyone please move to the first-floor hall." His voice was deep and firm, possessing an undeniable authority. The beauties exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and unease. They knew that this game was far from over, and the challenges ahead might be even more difficult. But they could only support each other and step by step towards the unknown next round. Subsequently, the mother and her two daughters, along with the other beauties, were made to do the "kangaroo hop" again, bouncing and hopping their way to the first floor. Their movements appeared somewhat comical, yet tinged with helplessness. Each step was like a leap, yet they had to move forward with the rhythm. A trace of fatigue was on their faces, but they tried hard to maintain their composure. Next, the black-clad man skillfully and swiftly removed their high heels and small leather shoes from their fragrant feet. The beauties' ankles were exposed, appearing exceptionally delicate and exquisite. The black-clad man then hoisted them up, keeping their fragrant feet perpetually on tiptoe, their soles bound together. The only part that could move were their slender toes, which twitched slightly, as if silently protesting the restraint. Of course, the beauties' fair, pearl-like delicate hands were once again bound. Their hands were tightly wrapped with hemp ropes, rendering them immobile. A flicker of helplessness and confusion crossed their eyes, but they had no choice but to accept this sudden arrangement. After dealing with the beauties, the black-clad man placed a whiteboard and a black marker pen at each of their feet. The whiteboards were neatly arranged, and the marker pens were placed beside them, appearing conspicuously. The black-clad man stepped back a few paces, looking at his handiwork with a satisfied smile. "I now declare the next round to begin! Everyone please move to the first-floor hall." The black-clad man's voice echoed in the night, carrying a sense of mystery and authority. The beauties exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a hint of tension and unease. They knew that this game was far from over, and the challenges ahead might be even more difficult. But they could only support each other and step by step towards the unknown next round. The black-clad man began to read out the game rules: "This time, we will present several brain teasers. The two with the lowest correct answer rate will be eliminated. You must use your toes to pick up the pen and write the answer on the whiteboard. Writing letters is sufficient. Each question will have a three-minute time limit. Cheating and trickery are not allowed. The questions will be read only once, so listen carefully." "Below are the game rules: This time, we will present several brain teasers. The two with the lowest correct answer rate will be eliminated. You must use your toes to pick up the pen and write the answer on the whiteboard. Writing letters is sufficient. Each question will have a three-minute time limit. Cheating and trickery are not allowed. The questions will be read only once, so listen carefully." The black-clad man's voice echoed in the night, carrying a sense of mystery and authority. The beauties exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a hint of tension and unease. They knew that this game was far from over, and the challenges ahead might be even more difficult. But they could only support each other and step by step towards the unknown next round. Before the beauties could react, the first question was read out: "A pheasant, a turkey, and a wild chicken, who likes to deceive people in June and July? Who gets beaten every day? A. Pheasant B. Turkey C. Wild chicken." "Let me give you a hint, this is a multiple-choice question," the black-clad man announced loudly, as if offering these girls a lifeline. The game continued in the night, the beauties striving amidst the challenges, attempting to unravel one riddle after another. And the outcome of this game would gradually be revealed in the darkness of the night. Before being re-bound, the mother and daughter were allowed to bathe. The bathroom tiles were cold and damp, the sound of water echoing in the small space with a hint of chill. The daughter stood under the shower, the water sluicing over her body, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to quell the terror within her with this brief moment of peace. The mother, meanwhile, let the water stream over her body numbly, her thoughts drifting to a distant fantasy of freedom. However, when their blindfolds were replaced, all fantasies were swallowed by darkness. When the man in black reappeared, both mother and daughter’s hearts constricted. He toyed with a remote control in his hand, its black casing looking particularly cold in the dim light. "The game ahead might just blow your minds," he said, his voice like it was coming from a dark abyss, carrying an ominous premonition. The man in black pressed the remote, and the lights in the room flickered erratically, as if counting down to some unknown horror. The mother and daughter’s breathing grew rapid, their hearts filled with confusion and unease. The man in black, like a cruel director, controlled every scene of this horror play. A glint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, as if waiting for their reactions. And the mother and daughter, they could only wait for their fate in this darkness and fear. At the man in black's command, the daughter and mother were each secured to separate stands. The daughter was in a K9 position, her limbs bound by ropes, her body leaning slightly forward, her forehead almost touching the cold floor. While this position made her feel humiliated and uneasy, it also unexpectedly brought a sliver of relief. She could feel the ropes chafing her skin, every inch protesting, but her mind struggled to find calm. Her dance costume rose and fell with her breaths as she tried to ease her inner tension with deep inhales. Li Wenjuan, on the other hand, was bound in a European straight-arm pose, her arms pulled straight and secured above her head, forming a capital Y. Her qipao felt even tighter in the restraints, the fabric rubbing against her skin causing her body to tremble slightly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her eyes held a hint of determination. Despite the unbearable physical discomfort, her heart silently cheered for her daughter. Her gaze occasionally flickered towards Zhang Shi, her eyes filled with deep maternal love and worry. The JK girl next door was in the same K9 position as Zhang Shi. The ends of her slightly curled hair brushed the floor, her body trembling slightly under the rope's restraint. Her eyes darted rapidly beneath the blindfold, as if trying to adjust to the darkness. The muscles in her calves were taut, occasionally twitching subtly, betraying her nervousness and unease. The OL sister was bound in the European straight-arm pose, identical to Li Wenjuan's. Her high heels were removed and placed aside; barefoot, she could feel the coldness of the floor. Her office shirt was now soaked with sweat, clinging to her back, each breath feeling like a struggle against the chill. When the man in black reappeared, he was followed by two subordinates pushing two long tracks. The surface of the tracks was smooth and cold, with high guardrails on the sides, as if to prevent any possibility of escape. The man in black stood at one end of the track, holding a basketball. His gaze swept over the four women, a cold smile playing on his lips. "This round will absolutely, one hundred percent, result in one person being eliminated. This time, it's divided into two control groups. The contestants on the track need to dribble back and forth. The more people who win within the allotted time, the better! Conversely, failure means the person on the seat will be eliminated! They will then be auctioned off. Good luck!" His voice echoed in the spacious room, carrying a cold authority. Zhang Shi and Li Wenjuan were assigned to one group, while the OL sister and the JK girl formed the other. Zhang Shi was secured at one end of the track, her body leaning slightly forward under the rope's restraint, ready to dribble at any moment. Li Wenjuan was secured at the other end, her body stretched out, arms raised high, forming a stark contrast. Zhang Shi's dance costume was particularly striking under the lights, while Li Wenjuan's qipao appeared even more resplendent under the illumination. Beside Liu Luoyao, two girls lay sprawled haphazardly to her left, and three to her right, all secured with simple restraints, much like Liu Luoyao herself. These restraints, though seemingly basic, had expertly stripped them of their freedom, leaving them on the cold floor in contorted poses, facing the unknown. Of the two girls on the left, one was a flight attendant, still in her uniform. She was bound in a traditional Chinese style, her hands tied behind her back, the ropes crisscrossing her body and knotted tightly at her chest. Her legs were also secured, rendering her immobile. The other was the young nurse, Lin Lin, whose situation hadn't changed much since last seen. Her eyes were still covered with flesh-toned stockings, and her body was held in a European elbow bind. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tightly bound with rope. Among the three on the right, the most striking was a dance instructor. She was fixed to the ground in a meticulous European straight-arm restraint. Ropes ran from her shoulders down her arms, cinching them tightly, ensuring they could neither bend nor move. The ropes dug deep into her skin, leaving clear red marks like burn scars. The knots were expertly tied at her arms and wrists, each breath a testament to the rope's cutting pressure. A corset was cinched around her waist, so tight it nearly cut off her breath, forcing her body into an unnatural curve, as if molded by an unseen force. The corset's material glinted faintly under the light, exuding a cold, sharp texture that starkly contrasted with her dance attire. Between her legs, a spreader bar held her thighs apart, fixing her legs in a slightly splayed position. The spreader bar's material was tough and cold, biting into the inner thighs, almost cutting off circulation. This restraint prevented any free movement of her legs, leaving her sitting on the floor in an extremely unnatural posture. Her slender feet were bound to her calves, folded into a "seated" position that made standing or moving impossible. Flesh-toned stockings hugged her legs tightly, the fabric revealing the marks where the ropes dug into her skin. The smooth, tight material of the stockings created a bizarre contrast with the rough texture of the ropes. The stockings' sheen flickered under the light, as if silently narrating her helplessness. At the junction of her thighs and calves, ropes and stockings intertwined, leaving deep impressions, like shackles etched onto her body. Most heart-wrenching was the restraint on her mouth. A black, closed gag was stuffed into her mouth, its smooth, cold material sealing her lips, preventing any sound. The gag's shape conformed to her lips, further secured with tape to ensure she couldn't dislodge it. This silent restraint amplified her terror, leaving her only able to convey her despair through her eyes. Her gaze was filled with terror and defiance, tears welling up but unable to fall, merely shimmering in her helpless eyes. Her body trembled intermittently, as if struggling silently, yet unable to break free from the cruel bonds. On the cold floor, she could only remain in this twisted posture, facing an unknown fate, her taut stockings and deep rope marks becoming her silent accusation. Next to the dance instructor was the young nurse, Lin Lin, her eyes covered with flesh-toned stockings, her body secured in a European elbow bind. Her hands were tied behind her back, her ankles tightly bound with rope, and her mouth sealed with tape, rendering her mute. Lin Lin's white pantyhose and high heels were glaringly conspicuous under the light, a stark contrast to her current predicament. On the other side of the room stood five bound women. Apart from the four in Liu Luoyao's row, one of the five opposite had her eyes covered, while the rest, like Liu Luoyao, only had their mouths gagged. This subtle difference; and in Liu Luoyao's row, including herself, there were four women, forming a stark contrast with the five opposite. Of the five opposite, one had her eyes covered, while the rest, like Liu Luoyao's group, only had their mouths gagged. This subtle disparity seemed to hide some unknown rule, making the atmosphere of the entire space even more eerie.

"The specific rules are as follows—" "First, the ropes connecting each pair must be fastened at the waist. For the first pair, the Japanese Shibari and the Handcuff Tie will be connected at the lower back with an additional rope; for the second pair, the Rear Naked Choke and the Armbinder Tie, the waist knot will serve as the connection point; for the fourth pair, the Parallel Tight Binding, the two individuals' waist knots will be directly joined." Liu Luoyao's pupils contracted. Her Parallel Tight Binding already had a complex knot at her waist, the mechanical core of the entire restraint—now, this core would become the lifeline connecting her to another person. She tilted her head to look at Lin Lin. The nurse's white stockings had ropes crisscrossing at her waist as well. That pure attire now seemed like a cruel irony. Lin Lin's golden eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at her waist, the outline of the ropes clearly visible beneath her pristine white nurse uniform. Her voice was so soft it was as if she were talking to herself, "Sister Luoyao..." Liu Luoyao didn't respond, merely making a slight adjustment with her shoulder—the only significant movement they could make at this moment—signaling that she was listening. "Second, you must not touch the connecting ropes with your hands at any point. Your hands are already bound, and this is the moment to test your synergy." Li Sisi's lips curved slightly, the smile not reaching her eyes. The saleswoman's mind was already calculating—the intersection of the Shibari was at the back, the waist knot of the Handcuff Tie was lower, and the center of gravity difference between the two when connected would be approximately... Her gaze swept over Wu Li's waist, and the flight attendant immediately understood the meaning behind the look, nodding slightly. "Third, you must cross the finish line simultaneously. If either person is ahead or behind by more than half a meter, it will be considered a foul, and the score will be void." Huang Yifan tilted her head, her bun completely unraveling, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her eyes were wide open, the innocence unique to a young girl forming a bizarre contrast with these cruel rules. She let out a soft "Ah," her voice carrying a girlish sweetness that made Hu Juan's heart clench. Hu Juan gently bit her lower lip. The Armbinder Tie caused her chest to naturally lift, and her rapid breaths made the red bow tie flutter violently. The restraint methods of the Rear Naked Choke and the Armbinder Tie were completely different; their stride length, center of gravity, and even breathing rhythm could vary. "Simultaneously..." Hu Juan murmured, her long hair being blown by the sea breeze, obscuring her worried eyes. "Fourth, among the pair that finishes last, the party responsible for selecting the participants in the first round will be eliminated." The air instantly froze. Li Sisi's smile became rigid, as if paused. She was the one who selected the participants for the first pair. If they were last, she would be eliminated. She felt cold sweat seeping from her back, absorbed by the ropes of the Shibari, making them feel heavier. However, her expression management remained perfect, only the sharpness in her eyes intensified.

She finally understood. The woman in the velvet dress hadn't meant "choosing others" as in picking prey. It meant choosing who you shared the pain with. And now, the cage had closed. Liu Luoyao stood within the green zone, watching Liu Meilin inside the pod and Li Sisi outside – one physically restrained, the other neurologically bound, and herself, shackled by the debt of choice. Let us now examine her restraints: The First Layer: (Neck) An adjustable leather collar, snug beneath her Adam's apple, connected to a pressure sensor on the pod's ceiling. If Liu Meilin attempted to lower her head or turn it, the sensor would register it as "struggle," triggering an electrical stimulus. She tilted her head back slightly, keeping the collar at its loosest critical point, like a swan adjusting the angle of its cervical spine. This posture sharpened her jawline, casting shadows into the hollows of her collarbones, forming a dangerous curve. The Second Layer: (Arms) Not the "European straight arm" of the second stage, but "swan arms" – the most demanding arm position in ballet. Extended straps secured her arms to an overhead curved support, her scapulae maximally abducted, creating a painful vertical line. The fabric under her arms in the black dance leotard stretched taut, revealing dark, sweat-dampened patches, a cool contrast to the pale blue veins on the inner side of her upper arms. In ten minutes, her deltoids would begin to spasm. But for now, this pose made her shoulders appear straight and elongated, like a sculpture suspended in an art museum. The Third Layer: (Waist and Abdomen) A corset-like band with a built-in respiration monitor. If she breathed too rapidly from pain, the band would automatically tighten, inflicting punitive pressure. Liu Meilin was counteracting this with the "lateral breathing" from dance training – expanding her ribs sideways, rather than the abdominal rise and fall. This made her waist appear even thinner, almost unrealistically so, creating a dramatic cinched contrast with her hips. The black fabric bulged between the restraint bands, like suppressed waves. The Fourth Layer: (Legs) A split-leg restraint, 160 degrees – her professional flexibility made the pose appear graceful, even beautiful. But at each ankle was a vibrator, its frequency synchronized with the heartbeats of a group of hostages outside the pod. That was Lin Lin's heartbeat, Liu Luoyao would realize later. The prelude to the betrayal protocol. Liu Luoyao stood by the green zone console, her gaze unable to leave Li Sisi in the center: her hip-hugging skirt shimmered with a cold tone under the green LED light, the slit at her waist like an unhealed scar, parting slightly with each breath. Strands of her coiled hair had come loose, clinging to her neck – there was a fine sheen of sweat there, from tension, and from the constant battle between the subterranean space's ambient chill and her own body heat. Her fingers hovered above the console, her nails neatly trimmed, her knuckles white from exertion, contrasting with the black metal surface. Inside the glass pod, Liu Meilin was adjusting her own restraints; the black dance leotard was high-necked and sleeveless, revealing the lines of her entire arm – not slender, but honed, muscles forming soft undulations beneath the skin, like a long-tamed beast. She had pushed her long brown hair to one side, exposing the nape of her neck, where an old scar lay, shaped like a stretched musical note. Her movements were as practiced as if she were putting on a dance costume, even carrying a certain ritualistic air – this was not coercion, it was a performance. The game had begun: Liu Meilin's toes were pointed, her instep and calf forming a fluid diagonal line, the arch of her foot like a meticulously calculated parabola. Her toes curled slightly in the air, her toenails painted a nude shade, jarringly out of place in the atmosphere of this death game – remnants of another world, the mirrors of a dance studio, dust on the barre, morning stretches. Li Sisi was in the empathy seat, experiencing 50% of it all; her yukata was of coarse hemp, off-white, appearing grayish under the green light. The obi was tied in a left-over-right "shinigami" knot, like a pre-written epitaph. Her hair was shorter than Liu Meilin's, shoulder-length, black, and she had now run a few strands through it, letting them fall along her face. Her face was small, her features plain, the type easily forgotten in an office building – but now, that plainness was being re-sculpted by pain. Her hands rested on her knees, fingers long and slender, her nails trimmed even shorter than Liu Luoyao's, almost to the quick – the marks of long hours typing, writing, signing contracts. There were small calluses on her knuckles, and a faint old scar on the side of her right index finger, from peeling an apple for a client; her breathing, unconsciously, synchronized with Liu Meilin's. Slow, deep, with the rhythm of pain management. This caused her chest to rise and fall in a strange echo of Liu Meilin inside the pod, as if they were two puppets pulled by the same string. "Interesting," the broadcast suddenly commented, "the empathy subject is showing signs of postural mimicry." Li Sisi jolted, realizing her hands were slowly rising towards her head, as if reaching for an invisible restraint strap in the air. Her fingertips trembled, tracing the arc drawn by Liu Meilin's scapulae. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing her wrists – there was a pale ring of indentation there, a mark from the second stage, forming a distant symmetry with the traces of Liu Meilin's "European straight arm." She forced herself to lower them. But the craving had already been planted – the pose of being seen, the beauty of being fixed, the release of being compelled; Liu Luoyao finally walked towards the console. Her high heels made crisp sounds on the metal floor, forming a triangular soundscape with Wu Li's tapping in the red zone and Hu Juan's silence in the blue zone. Her hip-hugging skirt tightened with her steps, the slit at her waist flashing in the light, like a blinking eye. The screen lit up, displaying a complex diagram of locking mechanisms – not electronic codes, but physical contraptions requiring the simultaneous adjustment of twelve hydraulic valves. Her finger hovered over the first button. The nude polish on her fingernails had half chipped away, revealing the yellowish nail bed beneath – the mark of cheap nail polish, a tired truth beneath the meticulously maintained facade, just like her Armani suit and her professional smile.