The tension in the room is palpable. I can hear every breath you take. In and out. In and out. Slowly and calmly, the opposite of my pounding heart. Here I am suspended; my arms tied high above my head from heavy chains which are suspended from the ceiling above. My feet barely touch the cool floor and my ankles are weighed down with heavy cuffs, I am tied totally at your mercy. I feel the air shift in the room. You walk...