She stumbles forward, into pitch darkness. The darkness is artificial, caused by the thick leather hood that covers her head completely, save a hole at the front through which her nose pokes out, allowing her to take quick, frightened breaths, and a hole at the back, through which her dark hair spills out in a long ponytail. Inside the hood, a thick rubber plug extending, deep into her mouth, muffling her frightened cries.

The young woman shuffles forward, her movement hampered by the tight rope binding her ankles. The two sets of coils are joined by a short strand, less than a foot long, limiting her to only short, hobbling steps. Above, her hands were crossed and bound tightly at the wrists with more rope.

The final piece of her bondage is a thick leather collar, encircling the young woman’s neck. Clipped to the front was a long leather lead. At the other end, lost somewhere in the darkness, unseen through the hood, her captor held the other end. Through it, he controlled her. Her only link to the outside world was the pressure of the leash, tugging at her neck. It tugged left, she turned left and shuffled after it. It tugged right, she turned and shuffled after it. She had no choice but following. Where, she had no idea, but follow it she did, wondering anxiously what awaited when she got there...