Chain Reaction

Cheyenne walks in with that body you see once and don’t forget. Her muscles are sharp, but muscle won’t save her today. I put her in a squat so tight her legs start shaking right away. Every second in it drains her. The goal is simple: wear her down until nothing is left to hold back. Next I pin her open on the floor, legs spread wide, thick chains looped across her chest, hips, and thighs so she can’t move an inch. Then the real beating starts. Floggers, canes, and hands land hard and fast, pushing her to the edge and yanking her back before she breaks. She grits her teeth, fights it, but the fight is fading. Last, I yank her up into a full suspension. Her wrists are chained to the floor, her legs pulled back and spread so her own weight wedges her tight and there’s no slack. Gravity becomes the final torment. Every twitch digs the chains deeper, and the last wave of punishment begins.