The women ignored my comments of outrage, simply putting on the thick gloves again. They picked up the silver chains and held them up.
"Don't forget this," the women said, and they proceeded to cuff me once more. My arms were now behind my back, and I could only bristle at the indignity. I couldn't even adjust my own clothing now!
"Is this necessary?" I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. They marched me outside the pack house, and my heart jumped to my throat.
Please let it be empty! I couldn't bear more people seeing me dressed like this than necessary.
Only when I had set foot out of the house they had kept me in did I exhale the breath of air I hadn't even realized I had been holding.
