Two slotted posts with planks between them, each cut out in a half circles big enough for the prisoner’s neck and wrists. Currently, it was empty. �...�It’s perfect. Custom made for whores, kitty.” Laura’s voice was cruel, her grip on my hair even crueler as she unhooked the leash from my collar and forced me to bend over until my neck was resting in the center cut out. I felt a stab of panic, struggling uselessly as the reality of my situation set in. Locked in place, my ass and cunt available for. ‘They need to build up to such pain.’ Another unknown hushed voice added. ‘He wants them to learn he’s master.’ A third voice. ‘That doesn’t mean he needs to beat them half to death. She doesn’t have the tolerance for pain that we do, none of us would’ve even thought twice about that many lashings.’ I squirmed and my back was icy fire. ‘You other girls get out of here, she doesn’t need masses of people around her.’ The first voice, there was a shuffling and a door opening and closing. She. Comming back to my home, I tell to my sister pretend to be sick that sunday, so I can stay behind to take care of her and she can send a message to her boy to come to our home 10:00am!Early Sunday begun her theater, she lay in bed complaining of pain in her belly and that she would not be able to go to my grandparents' house. With much insistence, I convinced my parents that they could go that I would stay to take care of her and when she got better, we would get a Uber and we would join them!. Pulling off his dog tags he places themgently round my neck. As he does this, he begins to fade in front of myeyes and I watch helplessly as he melts away like mist in the morningsun. I begin to shout, ‘No, no, no.’ ‘Wake up, Jamie, wake up, you're having a nightmare.’ I blinked open myeyes to see Alex looking down at me with a worried look on her face.‘You were shouting. I had to wake you up.’‘I'm OK, thanks,’ I said, rubbing my hands over my face and then Iremembered the dream, ’Has anything.