Chapter Twenty-nine
Another Year Ends
Every night when Babs came to fasten me, she always enjoyed the process immensely, sometimes staying for a few minutes after I’d been chained down to watch me struggle, trying to get used to the severe bondage she had so easily imposed. I hated hearing the solid click from each of the padlocks when she closed them! How many times I have lain here, staring up into her cruelly laughing eyes while she describes the night she is about to enjoy with Thomas while I can do nothing except once again, curse my stupidity. Occasionally, she would make her position of superiority over me even plainer, and one time, she came into the cell and stood by the back wall, near where my leashes were fastened to their ring.
“Come to me and kneel, darling,” she commanded
