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It's fairly easy to add up the first few prime numbers until you get a total of over 100. It's even fairly easy to do it without writing it down, just takes a bit more concentration.
It's not so easy to do it when you're standing naked in very high heels, with legs tied together tightly, your hands tied by your sides and some bastard thwacking at your boobs with something horribly hard every time you hesitate or get it wrong.
I kept getting to 78 and then forgetting where I'd got to in the list of primes, panicking and thinking ... which one comes next? By the time I'd worked out which number I'd got to, I'd forgotten the total I'd arrived at and was made to start over again. I sobbed with frustration, pain and annoyance, tears running down my face, head turned away from the others using the room. Finally I got to 101. The journey had cost me bruises and much pain. "Is that a prime number?" I was asked. I guessed, no longer able to think straight "Yes?" I asked, rather than said.
We moved on. Questions about Oscar winners, Nobel prize winners and various movie questions all saw me looking blank and wailing "But I don't KNOW this stuff". He laughed and continued to hit me when I got one wrong... or rather when I got them ALL wrong. The general knowledge questions were more kindly aimed at my scanty knowledge of.. well anything really! and my reward for getting a question right was to have one of my bonds removed. The punishment for getting it wrong, more bruising! It took a while but eventually I was set free and allowed to dress again.
I was drained, emotionally and physically, and all I wanted to do was cuddle up with him and sleep. However we had a long way to go until bedtime and I had to wait.
