I returned to the place where Sanchez had been shot and began to follow his tracks at a moderate lope. I could see that his horse was running like mad... so I figured that it would be at least a little while before Sanchez tried to ambush me. Therefore, it was safe to follow him at a reasonably fast pace.Besides, if Sanchez was hurting from a bullet wound, I was in no hurry to relieve his pain. The more he hurt and the longer he hurt, the less likely he was to be in a position to ambush me. It. Just be who you feel comfortable with being."November 28th, 6:11 PM 'Dinging'... Not another customer! I felt like Iwas falling, numb, body spinning as a bottle of wine 'clinked' againstthe glass I was holding out. Again, a muffled ring, a man pouring winebut missing the glass. I tried to move the glass, to catch the wine so itwouldn't spill, but the ringing... Why can't I stop the spilling?Ringing, it was faint...Huh? I rolled over in the dark and had to think about where I was for asecond. A. But its fine, mate, I understand if you want to be left alone," he replied then hung up. "Fuckin' shit!" I yelled out slamming my phone down back on the counter. An hour later I found myself getting ready to go check on my club and apologize to Anthony for being such an ass to him. I had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the steaming bathroom to my closet. I wore my boxer briefs and then grabbed my black dress pants and pulled them on. I slid my belt through the loops and buckled. There was just enough space to lay down- if I had my legs completely tight against my body in the fetal position. Grace reached into the cage and placed a heavy metal collar on my neck. It locked with no visible key hole. She clipped the collar to the cage, limiting my already minute range of motion. Alli closed the cage and placed a padlock on it, waving the key in front of my face and grinning. They walked towards the door and out of the very corner of my eye I saw them all look at me and.