“You chose the blindfold, did you not?”
My ‘choice’ was merely one of what seemed like the lesser of two evils but I nod anyway, since I could only grunt a spoken answer. She slips it over my eyes and it blanks out all light. I can see nothing at all. Suddenly I’m wondering, what with all this foreboding equipment lining the walls and me unable to see her reaching for it, why I didn’t go for the cuffs instead.
“Come with me,” she says, taking me by the hand again. I follow behind, shuffling on my heels now that I can’t see where I’m going. She leads me around the raised platform and instructs me to pick up my feet as we step on. I am made to stand still and then ordered curtly to my knees, then onto all fours. I feel the metal hurdle at my belly, just above my crotch. She adjusts the h
