From one end of the Playroom to the other, I am to walk in my heels with the shackles on my ankles, and if I took too long, I was sprayed down with ice cold water. After walking the room a few times, Martin bends me over the Pain Table, hooks my tightly bound arms to the ceiling as high as I could take, then comes up behind me and fucks me with the fucksaw. Over and over and over.