She finishes her plate and then looks at you. Xxx “I don’t think so. Your tummy rumbles now though as you smell the food and begin to salivate. Before long you are done though and Angle leads you outside. I have not written anything since my creative writing class in High School so I will appreciate any pointers. You begin to reach up and wipe your face, but she grabs your wrist. They aren’t for horses, they are for you. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. Angle wraps your leash around a hitching post and points. “Hold still and relax or this will become much worse for you.” She says sternly. “Good, then you know what is expected of you?” You nod again. You try to occupy your mind by looking at the harnesses on the wall.
