After being transferred to Room 2, Jamal was once again locked in the heavy white straitjacket, his powerful arms pinned tightly across his chest. This time, his legs were raised high. Thick ropes bound his ankles, suspending his large bare feet in the air, completely exposed and helpless.
A menacing metallic machine stood at the foot of the bed. It had two articulated robotic arms ending in realistic-looking human hands with long, flexible fingers.
The orderly flipped a switch. A low hum filled the room as the machine came to life.
βRound two,β he said with a smirk.
The robotic fingers immediately began their work β slow, precise, and relentless. Ten mechanical digits danced across Jamalβs helpless soles, scribbling lightly at first, then scratching with perfect rhythm along the arches and under the toes.
Jamalβs eyes widened.
βFUCK! Hahahaβ what the hell is that?!β
He bucked wildly in the straitjacket, his suspended feet twitching and flexing desperately, but the ropes held them firmly in place. The machine adapted instantly, its fingers speeding up, spidering rapidly across his sensitive skin, occasionally vibrating against the balls of his feet.
Jamalβs deep laughter exploded uncontrollably, echoing off the padded walls.
βStop! Hahahahaβ I canβtβ fuck, itβs too much!!β
The robotic fingers showed no mercy, tirelessly exploring every inch of his bare soles with cold, mechanical precision.
And this was only the first setting.