Anya's hands were tethered behind her back and her captor fastened a dog collar around her neck, buckling it tightly and fastening a leather leash to the O ring in the front.
"On your knees, bitch. No woman is allowed to stand in the presence of the master," the burly man commanded. Anya just looked at him contemptuously. But the man had no patience for her, the master was waiting. He kicked her feet out from under her with a sweeping foot. She fell roughly at his feet without her hands to break her fall. He shackled her ankles together quickly now as well, so that she had enough slack to crawl, but she would find it very hard to stand up again.
Then he turned and started further up the widening hall, yanking Anya viciously by the leash like a dog, "Heel bitch!" he barked. |