Because my arms were secured to the ceiling and my hands were tied to my feet, I couldn't stand straight, nor could I bend my knees any further. It was hard that I couldn't do either but the real focus for me were the small weights that kept swaying from my nipples. I breathe and they sway. Martin leaves me to suffer alone but when I start to reach my end, instead of letting me out, he releases me my ankles and wrists for a little bit before tying my hands back together for the remainder of the show.