In the gibbet cage, the chattel is kept in a standing bondage position and exposed to the elements; the cold of the night and the burning Transylvanian sun. By this point, I know he is hungry, but also he is very thirsty. I approach him with a glass of cold water, he is smiling, thinking that the water is for him, but it is My desire to torment him even more. he looks at the water, and his thirst increases as he watches Me drinking and enjoying it. The Transylvanian summer is very hot; his skin is already red, and his mouth very dry. I continue drinking the water, spitting some of it on My... Show more