The chair was ordinary, but seemed enormous when I sat in it.The chair was ordinary, but seemed enormous when I sat in it. My toes barely reached the floor. It occurred to me that it looked a bit like one of those old-fashioned Hollywood electric chairs--the kind they executed James Cagney in so many times. He sat on the foot of the bed in front of me and showed me a roll of black tape. The kind electricians use. He peeled off about a foot and held it across my wrist. I could see he was going to tape my wrists to the arms of the chair. He didn't wrap it around, though, he just held it there and looked at me for a reaction. I was scared. I couldn't help it. Even though I trust him completely, we had never done anything like this before. I guess I was seeing a side of him that was completely new, and I immediately thought of hidden psychoses and serial killers and ritual murders with candles and Charles Manson and I was a million miles from home and nobody knew where I was and I was so far out in the country nobody would even hear me scream, and they would probably never even find the body parts. |