Martin keeps me spread on top of two cinder blocks - elbows together and brought to the ceiling, hair to my arms, large ball in my mouth for a few more minutes. Drooling, crying, and sweating. He gives me a bit of relief by switching the position up, but not by much. I am taken off the cinder blocks, arms in a strappado, hair to the connecting rope going to the ceiling, crotch rope to my arms, and then my feet are tied.