<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16147.msg635612#msg635612">Quote from: Great Triangle on 02-06-2008, 04:24:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gunther burst through the curtain as he heard the straps loosen, wondering how heavy leather straps could make Velcro sounds.  He pulled one of the syringes he had been preparing out of his coat and jabbed it into Thomas' shoulder, depressing the plunger hard.  The needle contained an extremely strong stimulant compound, sufficient to keep a man awake for many hours to come.<br/><br/>"I think you're going to need observation, and possibly a gag."  He announced, tightening up the man's straps.  He went to work on the other straps, tying down the monk's elbows and knees, placing tight straps around his chest, and strapping a final restraint around his waist, to keep him securely in the chair.  Gunther smirked.  The stimulant he just gave his subject would likely be sending him into heart palpitations at this point.  Perhaps directly threatening his life would give him a more healthy perspective on things.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thomas could feel the stimulant coursing through his veins...  Now, odd that, he had felt drugs before - many of them - but not like this.  He was sure no one had given him this before.  His heart started racing, faster and faster.  Fear was a distant memory in this state, he knew that nothing could harm him.  Nothing.  He was the embodiment of Christ, the embodiment of the LORD.   He started to laugh, a dry sick laugh, something fit for a serial killer standing over a child's bed just before molesting them.  The laugh increased as the doctor strapped his chest in.  He finds it strange, the feeling of the leather.  His eyes went wide as his heart was going too fast...  He wasn't afraid though, his mind reached out, reached out, further, further.<br/><br/>His eyes closed softly, like a tired old man going to sleep.<br/>He could feel his heart trying to rip its way out of his chest.<br/><br/>He could feel the leather straps over his wrists as they started to slide - this time they were silent, just leather on leather.  Slowly sliding.<br/><br/>"And as the LORD has said unto all man, I say to you...  Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh."<br/><br/>Watching the man work and move about him, he says, "Oh you will be my slave, and you will know my kindness and my harsh words."<br/><br/>The slowly sliding straps stopped, still secure, but loose now, loose enough to slip his wrists out.<br/><br/>He couldn't hold them still, they kept jerking too and fro...  "So you have poisoned me, the Lord shall show unkindness unto you and you soul shall be DAMNED in his NAME.  You will KNOW he is the LORD by this and you shall be welcome in HELL for torture and sodomya are the DEVILS WORK."<br/><br/>The man was tying down his elbows now, still bent over his body, he could not reach far, the straps were only loose at his wrists, but he felt the heat of his target.  The man's crotch was just there when he leaned back over him to grab a fallen strap, Thomas took the man's crotch and gripped his balls and scrotum in a vice-like hand jerking from too many stimulants, but he held on as if his life depended on it squeezing harder, as hard as he could with a jerking hand.