"What do you mean, unable? Was she, like, tied up or some..." I paled at that. No, I wouldn't ever do that. I felt a cold sweat beginning to seep through my skin, my hearing and vision tunneling, and I knew I was about to pass out if I didn't sit down... I think I dreamed... no... did I dream that? Or did I actually do that? Get off by torturing my wife? I shrugged off the idea, forcing myself to focus on what was before me. Oh gods, what's happening to me? FOCUS! Shake it off, Granger.