Reluctantly I pushed my feet forward so my toes were jammed against the side of the barrel and squeezed down inside. Once passed the upper rim, I crouched down in a rather cramped position, but I fit. Being rather claustrophobic I started to panic when the top was screwed down tight. Luckily I had drilled a few holes in the upper section for air when I used this same barrel to transport one of my earlier victims.
“Oh God! I can’t stand this,” I whispered, but it made no difference. This is where I’d be until they decided to release me.”
Then I heard them close the hasps and click the four locks shut. I knew my reign was over. I had just gone from Mistress to slave.
