Waking up was painful. My body was numb from bruises and from the uncomfortable position in which I lay on a woven carpet in the center of a fairly large cell. Holding back a groan, I slightly turned my head and looked around. I was alone. This gave me a sigh of relief. She stretched carefully, straightening her aching muscles, and tried to get up. The second time I almost managed to get to my feet and immediately fall back. My ankles were incredibly beautifully wrapped with a thin rope and fastened together. The wrists were subjected to the same fate. Dumbfounded, I stared at...shibari. I knew this Japanese art...