Chapter Seventeen
Exercising To Exhaustion
Some days later I was pulled slowly and with great difficulty over to the Rowing Machine at the far end of the cell by the overhead leash system then fearfully inspected the strangely-configured machine, terrified of what I would have to do on the evil-looking device. It was a simple arrangement. There was a wide metal bench set high above the floor, dished and grooved to accept my buttocks, the dividing strap of the crotch plate and the rigid, external post of my Inhibitor Bar. The bench was equipped with the gripping arms of the same type that held me down on the mattress, as well as others that would grasp my wrist bar and the other separating my ankle cuffs. Sticking out of a long, wide slot in a steel panel beside the seat, parallel to it,
