He rubbed the alcohol swab over the cluster of needle marks on the inside of the girl’s elbow.  She whimpered softly as he pushed the needle back into her arm, injecting the yellowish contents of the syringe into her bloodstream.  The pupils of her slightly glassy eyes dilated, and the whimpering stopped.

The man squirted lotion onto his calloused palms, and began to rub it into her smooth skin, paying special attention to the chafed areas around her joints.  She stared straight up at the ceiling, unblinking, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
The man set the box on the cold steel table next to her, holding each leather strap up for her to see before her outfitted her with them.  Padded leather cuffs were tightened around her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles.  Lastly, he worked her prone form into the leather body harness.  

The man lowered a tangled mass of thin ropes from the ceiling above her.  His fingers traced the ropes up to their origin, smoothing out the tangles and running them back down to the girl, affixing them one by one to the rings attached to her cuffs.
A thin smile crossed the man’s cracked lips as he admired her.

He turned away from her, to a small box with a series of levers and pulleys that ran up to the ceiling of the dingy little room.  He turned a wheel on the side of the box, and the slack was pulled out of the ropes, and she was slowly pulled into a sitting position by the ropes connected to her shoulders.  He pulled on two of the levers, and her legs were dragged off the table.  He controlled her every move, jerky at first as she stood up from the table, but then growing more streamlined as she took one step forward, her arms carried up above her head.  She spun on one foot, the other lifting up behind her.

She could only watch the room spin around her as the ropes made her body dance.  She always danced.  For hours he would make her pirouette about her prison.  And then, when he was done, he would lower her back to the table, he’d inject her again with the paralytic, and he’d put her back in her box until he was ready to play with her again.