It hurt.  It hurt more than she had ever felt anything hurt before.  The chair looked like some medieval torture device and she had been terrified when she had been dragged to it and forced into it.  He had taken great pleasure in strapping her down, making sure each nail pressed into her, she wasnt sure if any had pierced her skin, she had a feeling by the end of this ordeal she would be a mess.<br/><br/>She was naked, on show to this psycho and Mordecai.  She feared him more than anyone else all ready.  She knew what he was capable off.  Or she had, he seemed to have gotten much, much worse over the years.  She looked through the two way window, seeing the girls tied and stretched.  She felt her tears fall silently, but she couldnt hand over the codes, she couldnt.  But she knew even if she did, it wouldnt stop.  Whatever they had planned for the women, this was just the beginning.