“Well, slave. This position should keep you quiet for the rest of the night. I’m going back to bed and get some sleep. I’ll see you sometime around noon for some very hard field goal practice.”
Without another word she left the chamber. The lights went out, and the door closed tight.
As I knelt there, I wondered if this entire scenario was all planned out from the beginning. Here, just like in the cage, tremendous pressure was put on my knees as I knelt on the hardwood floor. But the worst part was my arms and shoulders. I learned later that this was a kind of modified strappado torture position. Similar positions were used back in the Spanish Inquisition where the victim was pulled up off the floor with his arms behind him like I am and dropped with heavy weights on his feet until his
