“Let’s take off that shirt too, so I can clean off your chest.” she said. “Arms up.” she said, raising her arms up into the air as if to show him what she meant. “Come on, Dante, arms up!” Dante realized something. The only part of his body that was touching the mat was his naked butt. He could now freely move his arms and legs.
He pushed Herculean woman square in the chest with all the force he could manage. She backed up only a step, but a puddle of vomit made it enough, causing her to slip. Dante pushed himself off the table and landed clumsily on his feet. He made a break for the door going at top speed.
He didn’t make it two strides before he was lifted back into the air by the waist and suddenly hoisted back onto the table, this time face down.