Pins and Needles
You follow your master on your hands and knees along the cold hard floorof the dimly lit corridor. Your knees ache dully as you struggle over thehard surface. You sigh with discomfort as the thought enters your mind thatyou are in for far worse. The leash tugs against your collar as you Masterstriding slowly beside you urges you on with a sharp pull as you all behinda little. You reach the door at the end of the corridor, a hidden passageform the bottom of the wine cellar of the house. The door...