Part 2 of this predicament picks up as my Punisher adds even MORE to the torment! Drops of spit hitting the floor and my face blue from the inability to breathe, he ties me at the ankles and just above and below my knees. Fucked up as I am, now I'm terrified to move, but of course! Punisher makes me and in any given situation, I have no choice but to do what he wants. I shuffle in circles as he hovers over and around me like a hungry vulture, grabbing and groping at my bound body. I can no longer feel my hands and my feet are aching from my shoes but knew that if I stop, I'd be in trouble. Wha... Show more