She started screaming, “Oh, God! Then her ankles were strapped to a big, square spreader bar that looked like a 4X4 fence post except it was made of metal. Big cock Failure!” She rose a little higher than the other slaves and there was a loud click as her cables locked into place. There were big glass windows on the front of the tanks so you could see the slave splash into the water and drop to the bottom. I was watching where they were being dropped and now they were going from freezing tank to hot tank to freezing tank. Then I said, “I am your loyal slave. He waited patiently until everyone had been paid off, then stepped up and held out his hand so that two fingers were touching Herr Dunkler’s chest. As soon as her head came back above the water, she started calling out, “Failure, Failure, Failure.” She wasn’t yelling.
