By Silkshirt
Here is a story that I started but never finished. I thought you might like to read it or pass it on to one of your writers to add or alter as he wishes.
I could barely see his outline, as I stared out into the darkness. Feeling the rope that held my arms tightly, cut into my wrist, behind the chair that I had been placed on.
“Time to get that collar on you, lad,” I heard him say, as the shadow moved behind the chair. I feel the coldness of the brass collar stud against my neck as he placed them front and back into the shirt tunic he had forced me into earlier. “I’ve gotten for you a stunner today lad, lets get ya in it boy, where you belong.”
