He picked up the leash end of the chain dangling from my neck. The chain tightened and was choking me, so I rolled forward and onto my knees, then crawled towards him, slowly down the hall, knees on the floor, cuffed arms and hands hurting as I tried to bring them around to one side to push along the floor. The crotch chain, fastened to the cuffs as it was, prevented any real movement of my hands and arms, so I just crawled. Our progress was very slow. My knees hurt and burned on the carpeted floor. He seemed to be enjoying it. “You like this better?” he asked, tugging on my leash. I groaned and slid along the floor, wishing I’d hit him harder when I had the chance. We got to the cellar door and he opened it and went down the stairs, pulling me after him. I went down feet first; bound hand
