“Settle down, Miss Mahjalis!” he snapped when I continued to fight this newest restriction.
He took another, longer set of chains, and in moments, had fastened them to the same staples on my elbow cuffs, then to my wrist ones, and finally, back to the rings at the side of my steel belt. Again, I jerked my hands to the ends of their decreasing amounts of freedom, uncaring of his commands for obedience.
“Oh, God. Oh, God!!” I wailed in my mind, staring down at the gleaming links, shivering with horror at my ever-deepening captivity, knowing I would never be freed from this bondage. I tried to lift my hands to my imprisoned, armoured and dully throbbing breasts, but the links were too short to permit it.
“Now, Miss Mahjalis,” he said ominously when the guard handed him a of gleaming ste
