Oh, how I love the simplicity of being put in one position and left alone to watch my own demise. Ungagged to verbalize my suffering and spread for the visual. The two things that I am focused on are my welded elbows and my pantyhosed pussy... until Martin ruins me with the clovers and redirects my attention to the bite on my nipples. I went from chillin and staring at myself in the mirror to crying and complaining about everything that hurts lol.