Tom stood in the centre of the room wearing only a skintight white PVC speedo. He was blindfolded and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back. He waited.
‘The prisoner will now kneel.’
Tom knelt down on his haunches. Being blindfolded disorientated him and he was careful not to lose his balance. He instinctively bowed his head down. Again, he waited – his restrained body facing the locked door.
He heard a click and then a rush of air. He sensed movement and then felt hands once again grab him roughly by the arms and stand him up.
Tom was both pushed and pulled at the same time. He was then frog marched out through the door…
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