“You have five days left,” she said after she’d stepped out of the cell and pulled its heavy, barred door closed. She turned away in a flaring of her long skirts and fled from the dungeon. The steel door slid closed and locked behind her with a solid crash.
With resigned steps, I shuffled toward the wall of tightly spaced bars, only to feel my shortened leashes tighten and halt me far away from them. The restrictor chains kept my wrist bar pulled up tight against my chastity belt’s waistband and my elbows pulled in behind my back, so that even if I leaned into the leashes, my thickly gloved fingers were kept clawing uselessly at air while I stared yearningly at the high, small, barred window in the dungeon’s anteroom. Occasionally, faint rays of light from the outside world bounced down t
