Fifteen feet of hemp coils tightly around Viorica's wrist and knotted carefully out of prying fingers. From that anchor Viorica stands helpless on her ballet slippered toes. There's nowhere to go but hang from her wrist or keep on her toes. Quiet whimpers escape her gagged lips as Viorica desperately pleads for a respite but none comes. I pull the rope to her right leg high into the air. Her other arm tied off high Viorica's really squirming now and stuck on only one foot. Trapped in the most uncomfortable of predicaments there was only one thing left to do. Sit back and watch the puppet dance.
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