“This next set of chains will be quite a trial for you, Julia, but you’ll eventually get used to them, I suppose. I just have to tighten you up a bit.”
She touched the remote unit again and I was once more drawn slowly upwards until the little slack in the chain from the floor ring to my ankle spreader bar snapped tight. I became motionless, stretched vertically in mid-air in front of her, then faintly heard the rattling of chain links and she squatted in front. In the mirror, I saw her fiddling with something on my right ankle cuff, then felt the heavy closure of a joining shackle on the ring on it, behind the mechanical joint of the spreader bar. She repeated the process on the left side and next I felt a vibration on my below-the-knee cuffs. On each side, two light, smooth, steel chain
