So this is the place ... shit! it's even worse, far worse, than even my worst imaginings ...
I do as I know I must, just stand with my hands behind my head, so he can enjoy stripping off my shorts and shirt with that knife ...
and then what? What weird contraption will I have to suffer in?
Well, I know I'm fit and healthy, I can endure quite a lot ... he'll no doubt have something ghastly ready to test me to destruction ...