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I don’t know why my Master uses such a heavy chain. I am looking at it now. It lies silently on the ground, its thick steel links casually jumbled together. It doesn’t move, it is content to lie there, its power over me absolute and unquestioning. I am its prisoner, I cannot move further than it will allow. Long ago I tried to break it, to find some weakness, some way of escaping. I franticly tugged and jerked at it, but to no avail. Now I know it is much stronger than me, and I have given up trying to escape its cruel confinement. It is attached to my collar and there is no way to remove it. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story. ** Oh, hello there! Who am I you ask? Oh, no one in particular. My name’s not important, considering where I am right now. Where am I you might ask? Well, that’s simple. I’m currently ten feet underground, lying inside a casket. Oh, and I should also mention that i’m mummified from head to toe in four layers of white bandages. What am I doing down here? Oh my, what a story. Best to go back to the beginning… For the past five years of my life, I’ve… I’m sorry, was, a slave to the most wonderful man i’ve ever met. I was homeless at the time and down on my luck. ...