Beginnings of a Story
I was bored earlier and decided I might consider writing for a bit, and found myself digging in my old creative writing stuff and found the beginning of a story that I had worked on quite a while ago.
I awaken while it is still dark out, but it won’t be for much longer, it is almost dawn. I raise my arms above me to stretch, then feel the cold steel restraints still on my wrists from the night before. I reach for my neck and feel the steel collar around my neck. Yes, it was real, I DID commit myself to this last night. I look down at my ankles and see the chain between them. I can’t run away from this, I can’t get my freedom back now. I could walk out the door and never come back, but my heart won’t let me. I am a slave and my heart belongs to my Master. I am his.
That’s all there is, and I have no idea if I wish to continue or even how I would continue it. My attitudes and feelings have changed much since then.