I'm dragged into the lair by the Hunter kicking and screaming with my arms welded together behind my back bound in thin leather cords. I kick at him as he stuffs a rag into my mouth then wraps elastic wrap between my lips and wraps it tightly around my head. He hooks my wrists to a chain hanging down from an overhead pulley then cranks my wrists up high behind my back in a stict strappado. I scream into my gag as I feel my shoulders twisted and stretched to their limits. I hang helplessly in the brutal strappado making feeble attempts to kick at the winch on the wall in hopes of freeing my wrists. But the strain on my poor shoulders is too great and I can't reach the winch with my stiletto heels. The Hunter returns with more of the thin leather cords and bends to tie my ankles tightly together. I beg and sob into my gag as my ankles are bound brutally tightly together. I am afraid that I will fall and rip my arms from my sockets as I balance in my stiletto heels. More thn leather cords are then wound around and up my forearms, crisscrossing from my wrists to elbows, crushing them even more painfully together. He cranks the winch a few more clicks as I scream into my gag and he leaves me hanging helplessly from my wrists as the tight leather burns deep into my flesh.