"Take her down," Hank said abruptly, and Willow and each scurried to undo the ankle cuffs as Hank held Sybil's body so that she didn't collpase to the floor in a heap. They then undid the wrist cuffs, and Hank lifted her up, over his shuolder and carried her fireman-style to a large wooden table in the center of the room, where he layed her out. Her head lolled from side to side, groaning coming from beneath the black hood, as Hank and the girls quickly secured her wrists and ankles into the cuffs that were built into the table, and adjusted the chains until she was stretched tight once again, this time horizontally, her breasts high and tummy flat from the pull. Hank stood back, between his two girls, watching the bound woman breathe and gather herself, her breasts rising and falling. Hank turned to Keely and nodded for her to remove the hood covering Sybil's face.