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It was fully night now. Corliss lay on her side in a patch of long grass, trying to feel the warmth of the bonfire. She was as close to it as she could get, but at that distance the heat was feeble, almost imaginary. There was an old dog collar buckled and padlocked around her neck. A length of heavy chain connected the collar to a metal stake driven deep into the ground about six feet away from where she lay. The grass grew in a cleared space at one end of the camp, so she could look up and see the stars.
She was still naked, but she wasn’t handcuffed, or tied. The rules had been carefully explained to her by the tall man while her blonde curls were clipped short by Jill. She could move around all she wanted, but only on her hands and knees. She was allowed to sit or lie down as she
