He responded with his next question, this one far more appalling than the last. From beneath the expansive black cloak he wore around his shoulders, her new owner produced a long length of rope.
Her captor nodded at the strange chain she wore around her neck, then to the buckle at the end of his rope. She didn't need anything more to get his intended meaning. If she were good, he would allow her to follow meekly behind him.
If not, he would drag her along the earth kicking and screaming. One look into his strange eyes told her as much.
"I'll come willingly. Please, no chain," she said quietly.
"Are you entirely sure?" He pressed, "Entirely? I do not take kindly to being misled."
"I'm sure. Entirely sure. I've spent enough time in chains to last me a lifetime," she said forlornly.
