As soon as the hood goes on, slut mode is activated.  Martin crushes my elbows, situates me under the rack and once he puts the clovers on me, I start falling apart.  He must have grabbed a pair that hasn't been broken in yet cause I can't even handle it  :(   A couple more straps are fastened around my arms and I'm brought to silence by the pain.  I can feel myself starting up again so I quickly regain myself before I'm flooded in my own spit.