After twenty minutes, exhausted, she was aware of being approached again.
“Good game! Good game!” he said.
Did she want a rest? She did. Good, then they would move on to the next game. He untied the ropes, removed the gag, and carried her over to the middle of the room. He had to; she was temporarily incapable of walking. Putting a cuff on each wrist, she was attached to a frame that spread her arms out one on each corner. If she couldn’t stand, she could hang. He fastened similar cuffs to her ankles and pulled on those. She attained a four-pointed star shape. Her head hung forward, wearily. Indeed, it was light outside, although they could not see it in the hermetically sealed industrial unit. He was getting tired too, so decided to crack on while he still had the energy.
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