Sara had decided anything was better than death by popping, so she allowed herself to be rolled away by two young ladies. Rolling down a rather large hallway, she stopped in what looked like a prison cell. It wasn't small... or rather it wouldn't be small if she was normal size. Near her on the floor was a small drain, while a bed sat in the far corner.

Suddenly, she felt someone press something onto her stomach. Looking down she saw the two women putting what looked to be electrical tape on her. Once they were done, one of them pulled out a switchblade and stabbed it where the tape was. Sara closed her eyes and waited for herself to blow apart... and waited... and waited...

She looked to see the women amused at her expression. Water was spraying like a fountain from the puncture, slow but steady. Sara would stay like this for the night, waiting as she drained everything from the first round.