Tracey was proof positive you didn't need to be a Boy Scout to tie knots."Over to the vanity" she scooted me. She guided me down to the stool. "A litt...e lipstick... a little blush... a little mascara..." she spoke to no one in particular as she applied each. "One of these times I'm going to have to get your ears pierced. It would be just divine." She teased.When she was satisfied with her work she helped me stand up and guided me to the bed. Three more coils of rope and I was bound at the. I couldsense that I had a head, and a torso connecting everything.I tried to wiggle my fingers but I felt like my hand was buried in dirt. I could move it, but only with great effort. The light began to be lessbright and overwhelming. I could make out shapes moving around. Theywere people it seemed. My head was spinning trying to make sense of allthe new information that was suddenly thrust upon me.As my senses slowly sharpened, I could detect an air of panic about me.The man next to me was. From the dark corners of the ceiling I see the glint of four metallic arms descending. As the agents guide them near the floor, I can see that each terminates in a long spring and a snap hook. I am flipped one more time on to my crossed arms as the hooks are attached to the ankles and shoulders of my straitsuit."One more inch for the shoulders should do it."Again the arms retract. As they finally pull my crossed arms clear of the floor, my body starts ever so slowly to swing free. Pleased with. It narrowed, as it got deeper. People had built two tiers of shops along the side walls. The people walked along the roof of the lower tier to access the shops above.Several sets of stairs led up to the second floor as I moved deeper into the cavern. The large area on the ground was open, and I could see where other stalls had been set up. I could see the worn-in walking areas around the middle section despite the dirt and vegetation that has blown in over the centuries.There was evidence that.