Chapter Twenty-Three
Part of a Herd
A viciously cruel jerk came on my nose jewellery and as always I instinctively tried to scream against my gagging arrangements, and of course immediately followed the demand of this cruellest of leashes. Of course my movements were restricted by the chaining and so I struggled to keep up with my tormentor while she strolled leisurely along the hall then up three sets of stairs to I knew not where. The light coming to my eyes suddenly grew stronger than the dim glimmer that I had so far been permitted and when the tension on my nose was eased, I turned in a limited arc to try to discern where I was, through one eye or the other, but could see only a little through the deep tunnels that restricted my vision so dramatically. With insistent, sharp tugs,
