Chapter Fourteen
Leashed and Left
John
She stood there, shaking and dancing silently in her blindness, the lenses over her staring eyes a brightly gleaming silver and it was certainly a strange contrast to her surrounding, olive-complexioned skin. She was totally incapable of preventing her reactions to the teasing and occasionally torturous sensations. I held her on a short leash, watching the workings of her jaw muscles beneath the thick rubber mask and listening to the whistling of her restricted, measured breathing. Every couple of seconds the air valves snapped closed when she unthinkingly tried to suck more air into her lungs. It was obvious that she wanted to gain enough breath to try and scream for release from the inescapable imprisonment within her own body, but now, as never
