imagine.....Ms Thomas , nude , bound by some thick leather forearms shackles , suspended over a large vat of some
dark , gooey ,viscous, liquid , slowly being lowered in to the warm brew . Then pulled up and dropped into a huge pile of goose feathers and rolled like tempura . After that placed on a wooden cart and driven by mule out of the city .....
I’m imagining.......
No.
I won't.
And you can't make me.