Part One of my epic headshaving scene!! Taken off the street, I wake up cuffed and hooded in a cold room. Not knowing where I am, or what's going on, it's soon clear that whoever has orchestrated my capture knows a lot about me. I have no idea what's about to happen, but it seems clear that my best way of getting through this is by complying with their requests. Bent over a piece of dungeon kit, I'm given a hard, 12 stroke cold caning. I may be doing as I'm told, but I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. I take my caning, before being left strung up. It's clear that my ordeal here has only just started