The gas made me drowsy. The last thing I remember was my clothes getting taken off. I woke up in the most comfortable, luxurious mattress ...and the darkest level of hell. The tickling started, a camera was on me. limbs touched my sides, my armpits, my ribs. my stomach and my navel. Every touch tickled every sensation was a sharp precise sensation like the tips of dry paint brushes. If I was a captured spy I would have said anything. The camera gazed as I writhed, I am told all this was...