Algenon was in the midst of a dilemma. He really did not know which way to turn – literally. He twisted and writhed but could not escape the cruel bite of the whip lash. With his hands tightly bound behind his back and his ankles hobbled with about only 6 inches between them, his freedom of movement was severely limited, and the young woman who was wielding the whip was clearly well-practised with that form of torture. Th...