(From part A!)

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A while later, I turned into the driveway that leads up to the house. It’s a bit of a ways from the main road to the house. So I wasn’t too worried that anyone would be able to see me moving the winged man once I parked the truck. Though I was also going to put the winged man into the back yard where I’ll also chain him.

I saw that my wife wasn’t home as I got closer to the house. My son should also be at school for another hour or so. So the set up would be perfect for the surprise I had in mind for them.

Kind of thinking my wife would want me to let the winged man go or maybe just get the money from selling him to the scientists. I would have to convince her about letting our son be able to keep the winged man. I’m sure my son, would also plead with her. I figure she would likely relent anyway in due time.

I soon stopped the truck in the circle that was at the end of the driveway near the front of the house. There was a garage close by that I can park the truck in later. We had a few vehicles around the house but tend to only use a select few of them. The others were projects I was going to start doing when I finish with the chimney jobs I was doing. Yeah, had come into some money a while back but didn’t want to stop working just yet. It's how I come to have as much as I do and I share it with my wife and son.

I got out of the truck, opened the tailgate and started to undo the bindings that kept the winged man tied down to the bed of the truck. He moaned and groaned some as I moved him around a little while undoing the ropes. I left him tied up in the other bindings he was still in so he couldn’t flee.

Soon I hefted up the winged man and placed him over my shoulder like I had done before. He again moaned and groaned but did not struggle. I think from being tied up so long and maybe struggling for a while, he likely lost most if not all of his strength. Either way, it didn’t take me too long to move him around the house to the back yard.

I paced out into the yard some distance from the house. Was a few trees and my wife’s garden area but not much else. Some distance on either side was the neighbors houses. A good few hundred yards at least between places. You could yell in my backyard and not be heard at any of the neighbors places. The perfect place to keep the winged man.

I gently laid the winged man onto the ground on his side so he could rest there. Be hard for him to squirm to anything he might be able to use to maybe help him get loose from the ropes and blanket. That's if he tried to squirm some away from where I sat him. Plus I hoped that with him still tied up, he’d be numb so that he would be easy to get secured.

Before I left him there, I took a bit of loose rope I had with me to wrap around him. I used it to make some measurements. Making just some mental notes how much rope was used to surround a part of the winged man. He moaned some while I did this, even pleaded with me to let him go again. I just ignored him like before. Would have to teach my son to do the same whenever the winged man started pleading.

Once I was done with my measurements, I left the winged man. I turned and headed to the garage where I kept the supplies I needed for chimney work.

I looked at the clamps that went around the pipes as they hung there from a wall. I took the rope I had and measured the circumference of the clamps with the rope. Soon I came to the realization that the clamps would be too big for putting around a wrist or ankle, but too small to be wrapped around the waist.

Kind of was about to give up on the clamps and just go with wrapping a chain around one of the winged man’s limbs. Then I came across one that when matched up with the measurements I took with the rope, would fit around his neck. It’d be a bit of a loose fit but I knew that the neck was much thinner than a wrist or ankle. If closed properly, the clamp would stay around the winged man’s neck.

I grinned to myself and even chuckled, in a slightly cold way. A ‘collar’ as it was called would be a collar for the winged man. I chuckled a little more as I reached over and took the band from the hanger it was hanging from.

I saw that the band itself was around an inch wide, about an eighth inch thick. Designed in such a way to resist being bent easily. I even tested this by trying to bend the band with my hands. The band didn’t bend though it did flex a little. Which was to be expected as it was designed to be fitted into place around a pipe, which moves and shifts sometimes in certain conditions.

I took the bolts and nuts off the band. They’d be useless for my needs. Though I needed some way to secure the clamp at both ends. I soon figured one end could just have a ring welded into place through the bolt holes. The other open side could be locked in place with a padlock. But I would have to test it first.

So I reached over and grabbed a padlock that I had hanging on a hook. It had the keys with the lock. I use to use the lock on another shed I had before I bought this place so I didn’t need the lock anymore.

I opened the lock with the key, happy it still worked, closed it a few times to make sure it would stay closed. Satisfied, I slid the lock’s shackle through the bolt holes on the collar to make sure it would fit okay. Figured it if didn’t, I’d drill the holes out some to make the holes bigger. I didn’t have to do that as the lock’s shackle passed through the holes neatly.

I locked the lock, just to make sure I could lock it, and again tested to make sure it wouldn’t open. The lock didn’t open. I picked up the collar, with the lock still secured to it, to make sure I couldn’t open the collar on that side. Also passed that test.

The easy part was done. Now came the hard part. To secure a ring through the other bolt holes of the collar. I also decided that I would secure the chain to this ring so it would be more all one whole piece in a way.

I searched through the supplies I had for a while, until I came across two such rings. One had more of a circumference than the other. Like the smaller one could fit into the bigger one.

I matched the rings up with the collar holes that were still open, to see which one would fit better. I figured the smaller ring would do so so I sat the bigger one aside. I might have a use for it later.

I cut the weld side of the ring with a cutter. Then I used a tool to widen the gap some. Enough to slip into the holes of the collar. It did pass through fine. I then left everything there for the time being while I searched around for some chain.

I knew I had to have some chain somewhere. I remember wanting to get a dog some time back when we talked about first getting a pet. So I had bought a chain then. Was more cause I didn’t want to fence the yard and wanted more limit for the dog to have so he wouldn’t wreck my wife’s garden.

I soon found the chain, still in its packaging. The chain was rated to hold around a 200 pound dog with 25 feet of length, according to the packaging. It would be enough to secure the winged man with so I took it out of the package.

I then cut the clips off the chain but left the swivels in place. I tested the chain after that to make sure I couldn’t snap it nor could remove the swivels from the chain. Another test passed and I was happy.

I fitted a swivel into the open ring I had still on the collar. Had to use the tool again to widen the ring a moment to be able to fit the swivel hole in place. I let the ring return to its normal place after that.

Remember when I said this was going to be hard? Well, after putting on eye protectors with a shield to keep my eyes safe, I turned the welder on and started to weld the ring closed again. Took a few tries to get the weld to hold. I made sure to cure the weld some too, a little belatedly. Then did a little heat treating to hopefully make sure the weld would stay in place.

I decided to put the other ring through the other swivel. I figured maybe I could fit a solid stake through that ring if it was big enough. If not, I could find something else. Pretty well much did the same as with the ring I fitted to the collar.

I let everything cool down, putting away tools that I used while looking for something I could use as a stake. Soon found a long rod that I could pound into the ground. I hoped it would be enough. It had a wider spot at one end like it’s designed to be pounded into the ground.

Once everything was cooled off, I fitted the rod through the larger ring to test the fit. Satisfied that it fit quite well and too boot, the ring couldn’t slip passed the wider part. I chuckled to myself at the luck before picking up the rod, chain, collar and keys. Yeah, the lock was still locked in place but that just made it easier to carry so I’d have one less thing to carry. I also grabbed a heavy sledge hammer before turning and going back outside.

I made my way back into the back yard where I had left the winged man. All in all, it took me over a couple of hours to make the set up I made. I knew my son would be home very soon and so would my wife. I would have to hurry to get the winged man secured before they got home so I could show them the surprise.

I chuckled to myself a little as I saw where the winged man was, still bound. He had managed to squirm his way about the yard some, maybe a few yards from where I left him, but had not managed to get himself loose from the ropes he was bound in. Struggle as he might, even if he had hours, it would take him a long while before he got to a rock or a branch or something he could use to cut the ropes with.

I figured I would leave him be for now so I could work on pounding the stake into the ground. I did un coil and unkink the chain some distance so I could get a good idea of what its range would be. I gave about a 15 foot gap from the nearest part of the house to where the chain, if flat, would end at the extreme end. Factor in some angles and the winged man would have less reach than that. It also wouldn’t reach the shed, which I figured I might move some other time.

I made my way to the other end of the chain, the one that had just the ring but not the collar. Once there, I slid the metal rod through the ring before placing the end of the rod onto the ground. I pushed down with as much might as I could to try to drive the rod into the ground as far as I could without the hammer. I then proceeded to pound the rod further down with the hammer. Making a loud clank sound every time I hit the rod with the hammer. I drove the rod deep into the ground, taking a good 15 minutes of work to get it deep down. Thankfully I was pretty fit, otherwise it would take much longer.

I left about half of foot of the rod, with the head at the top, exposed. To give the ring around the rod some play on the rod, sliding up and down it. I saw that through the effort of hammering the rod into the ground, I pounded the head at the top of the rod even flatter/wider. I did make sure I couldn’t slip the ring over the head of the rod, satisfied it wouldn’t.

I walked a little ways up the chain, grabbed a hold of a section and pulled with all my might on it. This was to make sure I couldn’t pull the chain away from the rod, which caused it to clank. I made sudden jerks and jarring motions to really test it. But it was nicely secured there. I smiled to myself as I figured the winged man would not be able to remove the chain from the rod.

I sat the hammer aside so I could grab it later when I returned it to the garage. I then picked up the chain and brought everything over closer to the winged man, who was facing away at the moment, just laying where he was at.

I unlocked the padlock on the collar with the key and sat them both on the ground. I then turned and collected the winged man, who again pleaded with me for release. He was whimpering some too and even cried a little. I comforted him a little while I carried him over to where I left the collar and chain.

I sat the winged man onto the ground once more while figuring out how I was going to secure his neck while he was still in the net. I soon decided to cut the net away with the pocket knife that I had in my pocket, warning the winged man not to struggle or he’ll end up getting hurt. I even showed him the knife, to which I could see him tense up, still teary eyed before I started to cut away at the net.

I cut enough of the net away so that the winged man’s head and neck were now exposed. I turned and picked up the collar, slid the lock off of the collar and opened it up. I turned back to the winged man, not speaking to him as I bent down and started to close the collar around his neck. He did struggle with me for sure some but not as much as he had when I first tied him up. He also screamed and cried, as much as his voice would allow anyway, trying to do everything he could to stop me from securing him.

I closed the collar around the winged man’s neck, with it so the chain dangled from the front of it. I fitted the padlock’s shackle through the holes once more at the back of his neck before locking the padlock into place. He let out another scream at this while I worked to untie him from the ropes. He did yelp a bit horsley as I undid the ropes. I pulled the blanket off then undid the net. Once I was done, I let him go and he pretty well much ended up slumping onto the ground.

I knew he had to be pretty numb and he showed it by not moving too much right away. I hoped I didn’t cause any harm that left him paralized but I’ll keep an eye on him to see.

I gathered up everything else, turned and made my way onto the back porch. I could hear the soft whimpers the winged man made as I moved away from him, but he just laid there otherwise.

Once I was on the porch, well out of his reach for sure, I turned to watch the winged man as he started to slowly get to his feet, stretching his wings out to their full extent. I’m sure he was going to try to fly away. I hoped the collar, chain, rod and lock would hold him.