Sweating profusely, Felina continued to squirm on the floor, manoeuvring to gather slack in the chains wrapped around her torso and arms. Louisa was tiring, her arms were tiring and she was finding increasingly difficult to keep the joystick upright. It resulted in more frequent bouts of jolts that send both of their bodies jerking in pain. Felina could not see why this was happening but she felt that she had to work faster and be soon free.

The torso chain pattern had originally be perfectly tight and trim. However, the two chains passing through her crotch had been connected to the tip of the arm-binder, which was now utterly destroyed and laying slack on Felina's back, and they were now dangling loosely between her thighs. As a result, the whole wrapping had been compromised and the escape artist was able to move the chains around, centimetre by centimetre, contorting her arms and getting them first on her flank and then further, moving her chained hands closer and closer to the belly padlock.

Each move made the chains sink and scratch into her sweat-coated skin and the operation asked for a lot of muscle clenching and unclenching. This was very tiring and she had to rest often. As she was more and more often interrupted by electric shocks, the operation took a longer time than she had expected. Still, at last she managed to feel the padlock under her fingers. The rest was easy: she had the keys in her hands and she just opened the padlock and then shook the chains free.

As they piled in a heavy heap around her, Felina smiled under the hood. There were still quite a number of restraints but she knew now that she would be able to escape. She had virtually won her challenge.