After her hands had been secured, her torturer pulled the chain, stretching her arms up behind her back. She felt the pull on her shoulders as they rotated in their sockets. Now she knew. She was going to be suspended by her arms behind her back. She was familiar with this method of torture, having seen many images of such happenings during the dark times of the Spanish Inquisition.

She feared that if she was hanged off the floor her arms were going to break off her shoulders, she feared the pain, the upcoming agony. To ask for mercy was futile, in fact, she felt that if she did ask for anything, things would get only worse.

She was dying of thirst, and hunger, she wished she had a bit of water to cool the fire inside her mouth. Her tongue was dry and she felt that soon even the moist air inside her would disappear.

The lack of liquid was making her breathing more difficult. It was hard to breath in this land anyway, even after living here for a while, having adjusted to the altitude, still she felt like she was losing her breath from time to time.

The Man in Black pulled the chain, raising Red Feline slowly, letting her feel the strong tug to her arms. He pulled her up and then he let her down a bit just to pull her up again.

The movements of her arms were hurting her shoulders. The pull to her skin opened the wounds around the nails embedded in her flesh, stretching andcausing fresh blood to ooze out. She felt the warm blood trickling down her back. There was still something liquid in her, she thought.

As her body was raised she felt the wood of the post scratching her thighs and buttocks. She opened her eyes and saw the floor below her, her feet still firmly on the wood. She hoped they'd stayed there. She saw her body bent over, her wounded back...and then she was flying higher and she crossed for a brief moment of relief to the other side of time where Piroska was about to be lashed again.

The young slave wondered why the beating stopped. She didn't see the soldier approaching with the log in his hands. He had an expression in his face. "If we can't fuck you, at least we can play with you.", he appeared to be thinking. At least that's what Red Feline made him think as she watched, perched high on her cloud, at the soldier who was in the back of the post, looking up at Piroska who looked down and saw the soldier and the log in his hands.

Piroska thought for a second that he was going to violate her body with that piece of wood. But instead, the soldier pulled one of her knees until it was past the post and placed the log between the back of her knee and the post. He then proceeded to do the same with the other knee. "This will keep you from hanging down" he said, "it will be better for your wrists." Piroska agreed. Relieved she was not going to be raped with a piece of wood, she looked up and again she noticed the presence above her before the 'ghost' suddenly disappeared. "Maybe she's a goddess.", she thought to herself as the tenth lash stopped her meditation.

Red Feline was raised up until she was standing, bent over, her ass sticking out, her arms perpendicular to her body. Her torso pulled down while her legs tried to compensate by moving back and forth, searching for a position where she could find some relief. Her toes grazed the floor, she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.

While her tormentor secured the ropes and chains to the post, she dangled, struggling to find some relief to the tension on her arms. During her struggle Red Feline tried to remember what just happened in the other side.

Piroska looked up...she seemed to notice her presence. "That's stupid...", Red Feline thought, "she's my invention, how can she recognize me?".

When the Man in Black pulled the rope again, Red Feline thought that she was experiencing one of the three variants of this torture. Where the victim has her arms tied behind her back; a large rope is then tied to her wrists and passed over a beam or a hook on the roof. The torturer pulls on this rope until the victim is hanging from her arms.

This torture, she knew, would cause a very intense pain and possible dislocation of her arms. The full weight of her body would soon be supported by the extended and internally-rotated shoulder sockets. She read that this torture could cause long-term nerve, ligament, or tendon damage. It could cause brachial plexus injury, leading to seizures or paralysis in the arm.

Red Feline's meditations were interrupted by the Man in Black, who, after securing her, turned her body around so she could face the mirror on the wall. The turn itself was torture, she had found some relief before by remaining still, but now he was moving her and placing her under the chain, her body bent more, her arms stretched up, her legs slightly open. Her ass in close proximity to his crotch.

Red Feline was ready to receive more punishment but she was not ready to receive him inside her and at that moment, when she felt him so close to her, she thought that he was going to take her.

She could only hope that he was not going to do something like that.