That river in Egypt

He slowly nodded his head, his hopes of getting away had been crushed for now, but perhaps there was something he could do later. The harsh reality of his situation had snapped him out of the panic he was in, he was beaten.
"Good. Step over your arms so that they are behind your back again, I don't want them on your front"
He did as he was told, passing the chain of the cuffs underneath his feet and standing back up. She walked over behind him just to check that everything was right, which it was. She stood in-front of him, reaching down and grabbing his balls. He was unable to push her hands away or defend himself with his hands behind his back which made him feel really vulnerable.
"We're going to go into the kitchen now, and you're going to sit down at the table"
She tightened her grip a little, squeezing.
"YEsyes okay"
He shuffled along as she led him by the balls into the kitchen. He couldn't move quickly, which meant that she was holding onto them for longer. At last he made it to the table and sat down in the chair. She let go of his balls and pulled his hands through the bars in the back of the seat. She slapped another pair of cuffs on from the back, stopping him from moving away from the chair. Once his hands were properly secured, the lights all went out and it was pitch black.

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