I finally forced down what I had in my mouth. It was so disgusting, but I swallowed. What choice did I have? My stomach turned and churned from his foul juice. I fought it. I thought that I was going to throw it back up, but luckily I didn’t. Carefully he gathered up what was left on the wooden stock with his fingers and pushed it in my mouth as well.
Finally, he started to slowly raise the stock back up. My legs straightened, and my heels finally made contact with the floor. Every muscle in my body revolted, but I was finally standing upright.
“I will be back in a few minutes. Stand there and move as much as you can. When I get back, I will release you.”
He was gone probably fifteen minutes.
“Can you stand if I remove the stocks from around your neck?”
“I think so.”
“Good,” he said
