You have a huge axe. She has her bare hands. Yep mister, you’re some kind of Norse warrior alright.’ The old man turned his back on Thorfinn and l...oked at me. ‘Damn. I’m some kinda proud of you, little lady. I can’t interfere directly here, but I can make things even. Catch!’ He lofted his cane through the air to me and I caught it by the knob. To my amazement, it wasn’t a cane anymore. It was a sword of gleaming white steel. I whipped it in a gleaming figure eight. ‘Well now Thorfinn.’ Let’s. A quick brushing of one electrode against another produced a small spark at low voltages, so he moved on to the second room.This was again easily recognisable as a chamber devoted to pressure, just as the first was devoted to strain. Here in neat rows on appropriately shaped hooks along the wall hung thumbscrews, nipple clips, clamps, devices like long thigh-boots with screw driven compression jointing, corsets which also had automated tightening devices, and even a headpiece rather like a. Besides the wound in the back, she had amultitude of cuts and bruises, some bleeding, some not, but none of themas fatally as the gaping hole by her spine. In the darkness of theevening the blood splatter was all but lost in the redness of the dress.The beautiful handiwork of Italian tailors that she had worn to many highcourt events was now utterly ruined. The expertly woven cloth-of-goldhairnet has hanging from her loose black hair - hair which only a littlewhile ago had been breathtakingly. They made me feel dirty and ashamed, but horny as well. It felt degrading and naughty, yet it fulfilled some need I didn’t know I had, some identity that had been kept secret from myself. This part was very liberating and exciting. Nonetheless, when I took out or answered an ad, I felt adrenalized, even shaking. Why did I force myself to do this? If they responded, I was excited, yet terrified. If they didn’t, I felt disappointed and discouraged, but relieved. If I accepted, I would think.