The leashes at the front pulled remorselessly, and even though I tried to lean forward to ease the tugging on my nose, the arrangement of the chains made all of these attempts of no value whatsoever for the guard behind maintained his tension, thus keeping all the chains at their intended tightness. We descended a gentle ramp, then moved slowly, a long way down a tiled corridor. Really, it was a sealed tunnel; then ascended another long, gentle ramp. I could feel the occasional tug at the back of my neck and waist when the chains from the overhead track jerked at me, but for the most part, I wasn’t aware of them. Along our journey, we passed through many barred and locked doors, seemingly as though we were in a very high security prison, and in fact we were. Our procession was certainly no
