Nodding once again and speaking a few commands to the two thugs attending the stage I step back and watch as they clear the stage area and bring in an inclined table, narrow with straps. They pick you up and strap you onto the narrow board with your head at the low end of the board. The straps wrap around your body at the shoulders, mid torso, stomach, hips, thighs knees and ankles. . . You are effectively immobile. Then a strap is placed across your forehead which prevents any movement of your head.

I step up to you and look down. Smiling I drape a towel over your face.

What you cant see is that I then take a large pitcher of water. I slowly begin to pour the water over the towel about where your nose and mouth are positioned. The net effect is to cause a nearly constant stream of water to run into your mouth and nose. If you try to breath through your nose, you inhale the water. If you try to breath through your mouth it fills with water. What ever option you choose, you suffer the same sensations, the sensation of drowning. I continue to pour water watching as you writhe and fight against the leather bands holding you to the bench. I hear you gag and retch. I then stop and remove the towel from your face, offering you a brief respite to breathe, clear your mouth and nose and then the towel goes back over your face and the water starts again.

Occasionally, when I remove the towel I will ask a simple question. "What are you?" It seems as if no matter what you answer it is not the answer for which I am waiting and the towel goes back and the water begins again.