Amber cried a tear that was invisible to the world. She felt it flow down her face inside her
captivity and slide down her body to her toe. Unable to move a muscle, she just waited for it
to land, tickling all the way down.

Amber was inside a perfectly cast aluminum statue of herself. It had been created from a lifecast
of her body, which she had willingly submitted to. She had no idea it would lead to this. Once
they had the cast of her body, they created this statue of her. On the outside it look just like
her, on the inside, it was also an impression just like her. Her body rested in this custom 
cavity and was held almost totally motionless. It did her no good that she could open her eyes in
it, it was pitch black, there was nothing to see.


Once she was placed in the shell it had been welded shut on it's seams, locking her into it
forever. Never again would she experience a sunny day, or the air on her face. Forever she would
be a statue of herself.

She stood as if on heels, one arm at her side, the other on her hip. It was a crafty design. Her
hand didn't get to touch her real hip, it was in it's own perfect shaped cavity.


She hadn't budged in a week and she knew it would be a long time before she would move again. Her
world was dark and silent.

Inside her shell she waited for her next bit of interaction. It was small, but important to her.
A small needle would be injected into her arm through a small hole in the shell, providing her
with nutrients, and the hole that was used to drain her would be opened, relieving the pressure
on her bladder. The daily ritual was the only thing that broke up the numbness of being a statue
of herself.

-Dosman!
May 02, 2001