He's used to my bed restraints, the chair, the straps... I decide to change it up. I'll throw him in isolation, and IF he can get out he can touch whatever he wants. I don't think I've ever been so generous. He tries to give up early too, how sad, guess I have to tease him with his rewards and wait til the lock up really starts to affect his mental state. He tries like a good boy, because if there's anything I hate it's a quitter.