11-25-2008, 11:13 AM
"Yup." Mike said as he uncuffed her left hand, placing it in a black sort of mitten that had no thumb, was very soft and furry on the outside, but hard plastic on the inside. He slid her hand in as gently as he could, the small glove forcing her to make a fist. After that he secured it with some straps and then moved on to her other hand. If she tried to resist she would find that her body was still extremely weak from her lack of sleep and the shocks, and that Mike was still as much a wizard as he was before. Once that was done he gently helped her sit up and uncuffed her weary legs. He had made sure to strap her down tight so her muscles would be pretty sore when she woke up. He then took out some strange black boots and began to slip her feet into them. The boots were strange in that they were shaped like pony hooves instead of feet and when her feet were slid into the equally hard plastic, she would find that they forced her to point her toe straight down like a forced ballerina position, which left her off balance. "So, what do you think?" He asked her, standing up to admire his work.
