The measure of a good hogtie is if she can't move away from her own drool. With Piper's arms, legs, and neck bolted into an iron hogtie, mobility is non-existent. It doesn't take long before drool starts to pool under her face and realization dawns on her. Inevitably her neck tires as her head lowers. As it does, she can see her escape less than a meter away. A bell sits on the floor waiting to be rung to signal she's ready to be released. At the rate she's going it may take hours; her progress is measured in millimeters.