I love this Ella, the thought of you with a collar around your neck and so helpless.hey tash i'm PST so it's round 2pm here
the drink brings me back, only for the pain to intensify. i try to keep my eyes on tash
i'm suddenly back in my cell, the night they captured me. the image is powerful. they brought me in in chains, then replaced those chains with rope, binding my wrists and arms behind my back. I was pushed onto my back, and an iron collar locked around my neck. i couldn't raise more than a few inches off the floor. they left my legs untied, and when i realised why i screamed.
the gag was not pretty. it was a wadded strip of cloth, shoved into my mouth with the sole purpose of keeping me silent. they took me one after the other, forcing my legs apart.
the only thing that kept me going was the thought that tash was free and that she would never have to feel what i felt then. now we are nailed up together, and i do my best to keep my eyes on hers