They would lose control of their extremities. Their bodies would deny their authority to command movement and action. They were bound by this almost physical force that denied them of their freedom. The freedom of movement became a luxury that they couldn’t afford. They watched as he came closer, his nasty breath in their face. They could feel his spittle as it sprayed on their face. He spoke, but his words were incomprehensible. Then he would bring the pain, the inevitable pain. He would make it seem like a lifetime, an eternity. The pain was like a gathering of stones piled high upon a hill. The pain was the wages of a fool’s folly.