When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a small, claustrophobic cage. It was barely large enough for her to curl into a fetal position, the bars pressing against her skin like a lover's cruel embrace. The only thing that pierced the silence was the faint sound of metal clinking against metal, the chain attached to her collar a constant reminder of her captivity.

Her throat was parched, a desert of unquenchable thirst that made her tongue feel like sandpaper. The two silver rings adorning her nipples .