Chapter Twelve
Another Form of Rest
Kelly
The inevitable, painful tug came and I struggled awkwardly to my feet then followed him meekly to the three ominous chains dangling from the ceiling. I stood quietly in exhaustion until he silently pulled on the leash then reluctantly stepped up onto some thick blocks. “What are they for?” I wondered dazedly, swaying back and forth in exhaustion while he busied himself attaching the hanging chains. As always, the first one went to the ring at the crown of my head cage and was left with a small loop of slack. He grasped the right side one, and, grasping the ring on the cinch, pulled up sharply. I felt the subtle vibration when the lock closed and had to stand slightly off balance until he fastened the other side chain. When it was connected, I s
