<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Once he was sure the gag was in securely, Illian put the dial back in and hoisted her to her feet again. He quickly moved her to one wall that had a bar about seven feet off the ground. He forced her hands above her head and took off one of the cuffs, running it over the bar before putting it back on her. He adjusted the height of the bar so that she was able to stay flat footed, but just barely. Finally, he knelt down and put her ankles in shackles so that her legs were spread as she looked at him, almost suspended by her own arms. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“I’m so glad that the scars from our first time here have faded, because I figured it would be about time for something a bit more...permanent.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian reached around behind her and put a small metal pad against her back.</span>