Jonny conducts himself as one would if he were perpetually pissed at the world. His vacant snarl pursed across his lips, a dark ominous stare burning with contempt and unrelenting distribution of pain all factors that make up his sinister ways. Cheri has already felt the sting of his cane and for her second time around she allows herself to be suspended from the ceiling, fully exposed and vulnerable, waiting for him….
