Totally unwilling to cooperate with whats about to happen, I knew I was going to be put into the Starr Position for a custom we needed to shoot but I was NOT in the mood! I guess that worked out for Martin because he loves when I misbehave. The more defiant I am, the more I am punished. I was already running my mouth while getting ready and Martin had enough, so he dragged me downstairs with a rope around my throat and lead me straight into the Playroom. He tied me in a standing, spread position, Martins style. One we like to call, the “Starr Position”. The one where each arm and leg is tied to each corner of the wooden frame, then Martin goes back and tightens every piece of rope going from my hands and feet to the frame. I cursed, I screamed, I cried and I tried to resist but no matter what I did, it didnt seem to phase Martin. All it did was make him add clover clamps and a ball gag to shut my loud mouth up. I hated and fought every moment I could and I could not wait WAIT until it was over.
