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solo, 1boy, (((male character boy))), dark brown hair, short hair, blue eyes, blindfolded, white pajamas, white short-sleeved shirt, white pajama shorts, straitjacket, leather straps, gagged, tape gag, tape bondage, bound, tied up, barefoot, lying on stretcher, (((lying on the floor, sleeping))), standing body, dark room, hospital room, sleeping, eyes closed under blindfold, peaceful face, relaxed jaw, slack arms, limp legs, from above, full body, dutch angle, cloth folds, sweat, parted lips, motionless, helpless, quiet dread
The camera looks down from above at a steep, slightly tilted angle onto a single boy who lies at the center of a dark hospital room, his body stretched flat and heavy on a low narrow stretcher that has been set down onto the cold tile floor. The stretcher's canvas is pale, scuffed at the edges, and it rests on the floorboards near a wall of unlit tiled wall and one wheeled steel side table that stands back in the darkness. His body is long and straight along the stretcher, shoulders against the padded head of it, head tipped a little to one side, both legs extended down to the far foot end, ankles together. A white straitjacket closes his upper body: its long sleeves wrap around his ribcage, cross over his chest and knot behind his back beneath him, so both arms are trapped inside the white fabric and pinned flat against the stretcher, elbows bent slightly. Under it and below it he wears a white short-sleeved shirt, its pale collar visible at the opening of the jacket, and loose white pajama shorts that ride up a little at the crotch of his thighs. Dark leather straps cut across him rather than hanging loose: one broad strap over his upper chest, one across his waist, one around his thighs, and two narrow ones holding his ankles. Each one pulls the padding down, and the buckles sit at his side with the leather creased where it bites into the white cloth. A strip of grey adhesive tape is pressed across his mouth and wraps back around his jaw, sealing his lips, its corner lifting minutely against his cheek, and over his eyes a dark cloth blindfold is bound over the bridge of his nose, hiding his blue eyes entirely behind it. His short dark brown hair is mussed and flattened into the stretcher's canvas on one side. He is barefoot: both pale soles and toes exposed at the foot of the stretcher, a little cooler in colour than his face. He is asleep, the whole sprawl slack and heavy, jaw slightly loose, mouth parted faintly around the tape, the breath shallow and even, face turned half toward the ceiling and the blindfold smooth over his closed eyes. The room is nearly lightless, one weak cold light seeping in from a doorway off-frame at lower left, laying a thin bluish sheen along his shoulder, the leather straps and the toes of one foot, the rest of his face and body sinking into dim, brown shadow, and no other light source anywhere beyond that weak edge. Everything is rendered in soft digital painting, smooth skin rendering, clean precise line work on straps and tape, and cool muted tones of chalk white, deep grey-blue shadow and dark leather, with the only warmth the slight flush at his throat; quiet, uneasy dread.
Kiritinho Solo
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