DEGRADATION GYM RECORDS | Tape 05
Blindfold. Collar. High knees to a metronome. Her job is to keep time in the dark while the rhythm climbs and her body falls out of sync.
Cane strokes teach her thighs what “on beat” means, but by 150 BPM she’s just a tangle of limbs drifting in a small circle of nowhere, until the Doctor’s boot stops her and drops her hard to the floor.
Flat on her back, lungs useless, the only thing left that can still “perform” is her mouth – and the session ends with her oxygen and obedience both routed through her throat.
Assigned. Executed. Graded.
