Zosk POV

I moaned some as I started coming around once more. My head was pounding in one heck of a headache. Guess like the kind that one gets after drinking too much or something else. In a sort of hangover. I’m not even sure what woke me up in the first place. Perhaps it was the sound of the chain clinking about while the man secured me to the rod. That and perhaps the feel of the new collar after it was tightened and locked around my neck. Perhaps it was something in the back of my mind trying to scream out, ‘fight it, get up, get away while you can.’ But alas, it was too late.

I turned to get up a few moments later. That was a bit of a mistake. I ended up hurling up what I ate last and my head spun like crazy. Might think that with a collar around my neck that I couldn’t throw up but it’s not that tight. If it was, I think I wouldn’t be breathing right now. I do kind of feel like it chokes me but at the same time, it really isn’t.

After throwing up, I slumped over onto my side. I had enough strength to push myself away from where I threw up so I wouldn’t land in it. I still felt woozy and like the whole world was spinning around. Or at least that’s how they say the feeling is. I closed my eyes which caused the dizziness to subside some.

I decided to lay there for some time, waiting for the feeling in my head to subside. I spent the time also to control my breathing, which I am not sure if it helped any or not.

After a bit, I started to make some slower movements. First by just moving my limbs around. All seemed to be in order. Then I opened my eyes. Yaaay, things weren’t spinning around anymore.

So I figured I’d get to my feet. I rolled over to push myself up. I first felt the chain before I heard it as it clinked about, even at the small amount that pulls on the collar. I then saw it as it dangled there, least what I could see of it anyway.

I rushed then to my feet, thinking ‘No, no, no…. This can’t be happening! Why is this happening?’ My hands also flew up to the collar around my neck in a rush. Only to find out about the new design of the band and that like before, it’s locked so I can’t get it off.

I let out a growl in frustration, tugging and jerking at the collar and chain some in order to try to remove them. All I did accomplish was just cause noise.

I even fluttered my wings some, not that they could help me any. I also started to cry as I came to the realization that I was a prisoner once more. I also came to the realization that the collar I now wore was also much more sturdy and secure than the one I had on before. This one is not going to come open as easily without the keys.

I did spend about an hour, maybe more with struggling and the emotions I went through. By the time I was done, I had not realized that it was now pretty late evening and that I haven’t had anything to eat yet. Not sure if I could stomach anything anyway at the moment.

I did see someone coming from the house much like they have before after a bit and soon he came over to give me my dinner. I could see that it was the boy of the family.

He stopped as he usually did before setting the bowl down for me on the ground. He placed it around the same spot food has been given to me before. At least they’re willing to feed me and not have me starve despite the emotional state that I was going through.

He didn’t say anything to me, just watched me. A little creepy if you ask me. I did finally come over to grab some of the food that I was being provided. Looked pretty good even with the still slightly queasy feeling I had.

What I hadn’t noticed while everything took place since I woke up was that I had twice the reach I had before. Yaaaay? I sound so enthusiastic don’t I? I could have 100 feet worth of chain and it wouldn’t matter cause it’s still a chain that’s keeping me prisoner.

I did start to realise the new length though as I moved over to get the food. I noticed the chain didn’t stain on me as much as it usually does. I still held onto it in my hand while pulling it and dragging it behind me where I went. It rolled about like it should on the grassy ground. Though I didn’t know quite yet that there were a couple of swivels on the chain, to keep it from kinking up on itself as I moved around.

I sat by the food and started to eat. I would try to get something in my stomach at least.

While I ate, I watched the boy, who did step back some when I got nearer, turn and walk over to get something from the side of the house. He didn’t speak to me but did grab what looked like a rake or something. He then went over and ‘cleaned up’ the stuff I threw up a little bit ago. This is mostly how things were cleaned up. Either raked away or scooped.

Kind of why I never mentioned much about how I did my business and why I won’t be talking about it now either. Lets just say we let nature happen and leave the rest unsaid. And that if the family was home, it was cleaned up pretty quick.

While the boy cleaned, while I ate, I pulled more and more of the chain. Bringing more of it closer to me. Mostly just to see how much reach I have. It was pretty light weight but also very strong. All the black links were pretty in what was left of the day’s daylight. If It wasn’t keeping me prisoner, I’d maybe give it higher regard as something very pretty.

After a while of drawing the chain over to me, I soon came to the end of what I could pull over. Leaving the same amount left between what I had in my hand and the stake I was chained to. I took another bite while looking down at the length of chain that I had pulled over. I saw that I had indeed pulled more over than I have before.

I tried to puzzle this out for a moment before the boy came over to me. He spoke, “That’s so you can get into the shed if you want.” pointing to the shed in question.

“Thank you. But please, let me go.” I said and pleaded at the same time. Much like before, my words fell on deaf ears. The boy just turned and took the rake he had back to the house, putting it back where it belongs. At least he’s a bit better at that than I ever was. I had to chuckle to myself a little at the thought. He did watch me from the house while I continued to eat. I guess waiting for me to finish or maybe even see what I would do.

After a while, I did finish eating the food. I found it pretty good. Not that I would tell the family that, give them any reason to think that I was accepting my placement as their pet. I didn’t want to be a pet but I had no choice, being chained up as I am.

I stood up, grabbed the bit of chain that I usually do in my hand and then walked in the direction of the shed. I did want to find out more about it at least and see how far I could get into it. The chain rolled along the ground as I made my way over to the shed. A few times it would twist over onto itself though that could be corrected quickly, by running the twists upto a swivel and spinning it about till the twists were gone. Though if gone far enough, the swivels would do that on their own.

The boy did take the dishes I had eaten off of after seeing what I was doing and took them inside. I likely would not see him nor anyone else of the family the rest of the evening.

While I would be getting to sleep not much later than full nightfall, I don’t think I will be this evening given the nap that I took or rather was forced to take earlier. This upset me a little but not much. I did wrap my wings around me as things cooled down,

Soon I came striding up to the shed. I wouldn’t take long anyway given the about 50 feet of reach I had. I could see that I had maybe around 10 feet left at the threshold of the shed. The rest lay pretty straight between me and the stake.

I stepped inside where I could see a sleeping area had already been made up for me. The shed wasn’t too big but at the same time wasn’t too small. It would suffice to give me shelter should I need. It even had a light in it and outside of it. I sighed a little as I looked around the inside of it. Besides what I mentioned, the open stud side walls and roof rafters, there wasn’t much. Pretty humble but I was used to this by now.

I kind of wasn’t sure how much I would use the shed as while being inside of it, with no door, I did have this claustrophobic feeling set in. But at least it was something so now I can’t complain about not having somewhere to go for shelter should I need it. Chained up as I am, if another storm comes along, if a strong-ish one, the shed will come in nice and handy.

Not that I would realise this but the shed would basically be my ‘house’. The ‘angel house’. Sort of like some dogs have dog houses. The family had every intention now to keep me chained up for the rest of my life. Though I would do everything I can think of to keep that from happening. But for now, I was content.

I stepped back out of the shed and stretched my wings to their full extent. I was thinking about flying some but I decided not to. Be a bit risky to fly with only the yard lights to see by, being chained up as I am. So instead, I just paced around a little while beating my wings slowly to stretch them. I did this till I got tired enough for sleep, which was quite a while coming.

And while it was a little chilly out, I decided I would sleep outside. I kind of liked it anyway so it wasn’t too much of a bother to me. But I could just as easily sleep in the shed now.

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Author notes: Yaaay, an update. About time right? I hope to start getting more updates into this story again soon. Keep your eyes out.