“What is my name?”
“What is my name?”
“WHAT IS MY NAME?”
Stop it! Just f*****g stop!
Curled up in the smallest cage available, my toes and fingertips were the only things that could hang outside, the small criss-cross of bars are that close. The cold steel pressed across my back, my ass, the outside facing portion of my curled up arms. My chin touched my chest because I couldn’t straighten it due to the cage door’s pressure on the top of my head, the back of my neck. A chastity belt, my only clothing, captured my c**k, with tiny pricks on the inside so that if it stirred to life even an erection would bring pain.
No way out. No way out.
Not even in my dreams was I allowed escape. I slept, but there was no amorphous refuge to which I might temporarily flee. She had said the dreams wo
