Tarzan: The Ultimate Prize

Back at Sayo’s camp, Tarzan was beginning to regain consciousness. He again struggled through the chloroformed haze only to discover that he was tied down spread-eagled to a table. He pulls at the bonds that secure his wrists and ankles, but they would not budge. Sayo’s laughter draws his attention.

“Don’t exert yourself, Tarzan,” said Sayo. “There’s no way you’re breaking free of these restraints. I told you that I had everything planned out for your capture. We’ll be travelling to my father’s house shortly. Of course, you’ll miss all the beautiful scenery because you’ll be sleeping.” Sayo pulls a syringe from his pocket. “This will keep you unconscious for several hours. More than enough time to get back to Daddy’s.”

Trent enters the hut and smiles evilly at the bound Tarzan. “You were right, Sayo. This was easy.”

“Yes, my dear Trent, but I still enjoyed it thoroughly. I have some final preparations to make before we leave. Why don’t you take care of our friend Tarzan here. I’m sure you’ll take immense pleasure from putting our guest to sleep.” Sayo gives Trent the syringe and leaves the hut.