Look how much rope is around my throat! By the look on my face, it's evident I'm having a little bit of a hard time breathing. But then Martin sat me down on a step stool and when he tied my wrists to the back, I was 4rced into an arch. Tying my feet to each leg so I'm nicely spread and anchored to the stool. With my wrists being pulled backward, my natural reaction was to lean forward but every time I leaned forward, I would pull myself into more of an arch. With the forward and backward strain, I could feel myself running out of energy.