And dim.And dim. It seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As she looked around from her upsidedown position she saw ring bolts in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure white mats with buttons holding the mat down in that upholstered look. But as her eyes wandered back and forth she saw a lot more. There were two big rings, one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling and down into the floor and the other on pivots or shafts through the first one extending out sideways either way midway between the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see well with her god- damn hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring had little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circum- ference about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she learned about later and would never ever forget!). The two gimbaled rings (like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes they use in airplanes, boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they were at least, if not more than, eight foot in diameter, very sturdy, just standing there one inside the other in stark stain- less steel majesty like some abstract or modern art painting. As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object off in the corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It looked like a chair of some kind except that it had an outline like a human body and leather straps dangling down from it every- where she looked. The straps were riveted or bolted to the sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran between heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of the human figure and they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair" and the buckle end and loops to insert in the buckles dangled down off the rivets or bolts on the front of the back and legs of the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and arms. "What the shit is this place," she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going to do with me?" She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered. |