Story 3: The Severing

Chapter 18:

I awoke shivering in darkness sprawled across cold cement. I tried to move, but immediately banged my head against something steel above me. I saw a glimmer of light and began to crawl towards it. I came upon my house keys. I felt around for something more, but gave up soon. I crawled further until I found myself slithering out from under a rail car. It was still night time and very chilly. I was naked and bruised, dirty and scratched.

I shivered and huddled from shadow to shadow and somehow, somehow made my way back to my apartment. I fell through the door of my apartment and crawled up onto my dining room table. I slithered backwards into my warm, safe cage and closed the door.

"Write your story," Lisianski said to me, her voice somewhat distant.

I turned on my tablet and began to tap: "Please don't hate me, readers of Gagged Utopia stories. Please don't hate me."

And so, here I am tapping away still. Laysan. She has been severed. I never want to leave my cage again. I just checked to make sure that the lock is secure. I have already buckled the feeding gag in place. I've locked NemesisGirl's collar and leash on. I've attached her light bells to my nipples.

Once I am done writing I will lock on my new head harness blindfold and snap my wrists into the cuffs at the front of my cage. And I will finally be safe.

Lisianski is telling me to sleep. Her voice is so quiet. So far away. Barely a whisper.

I am so, so tired. I'm going to sleep now.

The End