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There was no way you were getting out of this now. The anchor points on the wall were placed exactly where they needed to be – right next to each of the six D rings on the straightjacket. Three on one side – shoulder, waist, hip – and three on the other, plus one on either side of your neck and one for each ankle. The padlocks connecting each D ring to the eyebolts left no room for movement and when you tried, all that happened, really, was the sound of creaking leather.

There was a little more leeway with the locks that held the ankle cuffs to the wall. But not much. And the leather straps that Garrett used to tie the D ring on the front of the straightjacket’s collar to the eyebolts on either side of your neck were very secure. You could not move your neck. At all. His final touch was to shove your ring gag in, buckle it tightly and lock it on with a small padlock. The lock is probably overkill at this point you thought.  Bound like you were, there was no way in hell you would be able to remove it. Still, hearing the click as he fastened the lock gave you a rush. Just like hearing all the other locks securing you upright to the wall did, when he snapped them into place.

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