Ricewynd was having a great time, his mind was racing, he was tied firmly down to a chair in a dimly lit room and currently his mind was thinking bondadge, he was awaiting the arrival of the tall german woman with the whip.<br/>he was aware of people shouting near by, it was getting pretty intense, though his hearing was still muffled and he wans't to sure what was being said, it sounded like some sort of domestic abuse, he thought curiously that it might be some sort of new fettish, be made helpless and tortured by a woman while a husband and wife battle to death nearby.<br/>Then some-one stuck a needle in his arm, he found this annoying, but only for very breifly