"So do you have and preference on how I address you" Betty asked the rooms occupant.

"That depends on why your here. Are you a hero that wants to chew me out over what I did to Mega Maiden, a journalist that's writing a book on me, or a fan that was able to fake their way in and propose to me." The woman inside said slowly, her voice was deep and breathy. Betty felt a little uneasy from the bluntness of the statement.

"I'm a psychiatrist here to see if there is anything I can do to improve the life of a person in prison." Betty said with firm belief. The room was silent for several moments as a deep, breathy laugh filled the air.

"Okay doc I could use some entertainment" the sound of heel clicking filled the air and the lights came on. Betty had read her patients file several times before she came, but seeing her for the first time in the flesh was a little... distracting.

Leslie Walker formerly the heroine Elastic currently the villain Fetish was a walking parody of hypersexualized womanhood. Her breasts were a G cup in royal purple latex that covered the skin below her chin, the latex looked like in was liquid latex but with a highly polished sheen. The only items of clothing were black latex opera gloves, stiletto heeled boots and a corset that seemed to amplify her already ample clevag with a matching neck corset. Her face was perfectly symmetrical coated with permanent make up, her lips were full and puffy with a generous coat of black lip stick. Her eyes and hair match the color of her "skin", with her hair thick and luscious and fell down to the floor.

"Call me Fetish darling" she responded leaning against the glass pressing her bust against it and making an audible squeak. "Now you be good for me and I'll be very good to you"

One hour and fifty-four minutes till Betty Panton's demise.

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