Bar trap

Well, so it's an illuminated sculpture, perhaps of a woman that looks
like me, Michelle said to herself. She stretched out her arms until her
hands reached an object with an edge at about hip-height. The surface
felt like plastic, soft plastic, patent leather maybe, with padding
underneath. She stepped a bit forward, sliding her hands further along
the surface, wondering what this thing could be.

"Yes, warm, very warm, a bit further and you'll feel the special part
that will tell you what it is."

Being curious, Michelle bent over at her waist and searched for
something to get between her fingers.

But there wasn't much more time for wondering! Suddenly, something
metallic snapped around her outstretched wrists. Michelle opened her
eyes immediately, taken totally by surprise by the new situation she
found herself in: her wrists were encased by two metal cuffs, connected
with a chain. Marc was standing in front of her, at the end of the
"surprise" object that seemed to be sort of a cube with some poles
attached to it. But Michelle didn't think much about the object she was
bending over, she saw the cuffs and the evil grin on Marc's face and
tried automatically to pull away, to get back to the door. But she
could only retract her hands a short distance - the cuffs were attached
to a chain that hold her back. In the 2 seconds this took, Marc had
moved quickly to her side, took hold of her head with one hand, pressed
it tight to his chest, and tried to press something into her mouth.

As Michelle was about to scream and had brought out something like a
"Hey, wha..." it was easy for him to put the red ball between her lips
and gag her like that - only muffled sounds of her protest could escape
now and were only heard by the man who just ambushed her. Michelle was
furious and frightened, she just tried to get away, out of her
vulnerable position. But after Marc secured the gag with some straps,
probably Velcro, behind her head, he grabbed her legs and tried to hold