"This is a reproduction of a slave collar. Slaves used to wear them to be transported." He motioned to Jennifer and when she came over, he put the met...l collar around her neck. Closing it, he put an old fashioned looking lock on to hold it shut. Then he got another one and put it on Betty. Finally he put one on Josie. Then he took out what appeared to be a heavy iron chain and ran it through a ring on each girl's collar. He clasped another lock that fastened each collar to a link on the chain.. At the end of the corridor, Sandy unlocked a door and the two went inside. Tereza Aucune was sitting on the edge of the simple wooden framed bed, still naked. A single steel chain ran from her ankle to a ring in the wall. Next to her, on the bed, a pile of clothes lay untouched. On the table beside the bed, a simple meal had been ignored. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression bleak and empty."Tereza," Sandy said gently. "There is someone to see you."The girl looked up. "Do you have. I was thinking about that round of golf, and how we dealt with what could have been an explosive confrontation, and my mind wandered to some of the little things that make life a treasure. Like the time I threw a peach pit into the back yard and a wonderful tree miraculously emerged. Or seeing my dad walk a month after suffering a serious stroke. Times like we are living in tend to bring out a wealth of emotions. There is hate, there is love, and there is a special appreciation of the fragile. I said I would prefer it if he stays here as I don’t drive and my husband being at work all day with our car; also it was a bit of a distance to walk but would have to ask my husband first. “Yes sure “she said.My husband was dead against it, he has never like Darren, even less so after hearing what he has been up too, saying he is a dead beat and a waste of space, but I always try to do the right thing and persisted, my husband said “On you’re head, don’t come running to me when he smashes this.