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The Collar

I lay in the warm grass. I could feel it, the warm, individual green blades, separate, gentle, on
my left cheek; I could feel them on my body, my stomach and thighs. I stretched my body, my toes.
I was sleepy. I did not wish to awaken. The sun was warm on my back, even hot, almost
uncomfortable. I snuggled deeper into the grass. My left hand was extended. My fingers touched the
warm dirt between the grass blades. My eyes were closed. I resisted the coming of consciousness. I
did not wish to emerge from bed. Consciousness seemed to come slowly, dimly. I did not wish to
emerge from bed. I wished to prolong the warmth, the pleasantness. I moved my head, slightly. My
neck seemed to wear a weight; I heard the soft clink, a tiny stirring, of heavy links of metal.
I did not understand this.
I moved my head again, sleepily, eyes closed, to its original position. Again I felt the weight,
circular, heavy, on my neck; again I heard the small sound, the stirring, simple and matter of
fact, of heavy metal links.
I opened my eyes, part way, keeping them half shut against the light I saw the grass, green and
close, each blade seeming wide, blurred in its nearness. My fingers dug into the warm earth. I
closed my eyes. I began to sweat. I must emerge from bed. I must snatch breakfast, hurry to class.
It must be late. I must hurry.
I remembered the cloth slipped over my mouth and nose, the fumes, the strength of the man who had
held me. I had squirmed, but had been held in his grip, helpless. I was terrified. I had tried not
to breathe. I had struggled, but futilely. I was terrified. I had not known a man could be so
strong. He was patient, unhurried, waiting for me to breathe. I tried not to breathe. Then, lungs
gasping, helpless, had at last inhaled, deeply, desperately, taking the sharp, strangling fumes
deep into my body. In an instant, choking in the horrid, obdurate fumes, unable to expel them,
unable to evade them. sickened, I had lost consciousness.
I lay in the warm grass. I could feel it on my body. I must emerge from bed. I must snatch
breakfast, and hurry to class. Surely it must be late. I must hurry.
I opened my eyes, seeing the grass blades not inches from my face, wide, blurred. I opened my
mouth, delicately, and felt the grass brush my lips. I bit into a blade and felt the juice of the
grass, on my tongue.
I closed my eyes. I must awaken. I remembered the clothe the strength of the man, the fumes.
My fingers dug deep into the dirt. I clawed at it. I felt the dirt beneath my fingernails. I
lifted my head, and rolled screaming, awakening, tangled in the chain, in the grass. I sat
upright. In an instant I realized I was nude. My neck wore its encircling weight; the heavy chain,
attached to the collar, dropped between my breasts and over my left thigh.
"No! No!" I cried. "No!"
I leaped to my feet screaming. The chain's weight depended from the collar, heavily, gracefully. I
felt the collar pulled down, against my collarbone. The chain passed now between my legs, behind
the left calf, then lifting. I jerked wildly at it. I tried to thrust the collar up, over my head.
I turned it, again tried to thrust it up, over my head. I scraped my throat, hurting it. My chin
was forced up; I saw the bright sky, blue with its startlingly white clouds. But I could not slip
the collar. It fitted me closely. Only my small finger could I thrust between its weight and my
neck. I moaned. The collar could not be slipped. It had not been made to be slipped. Irrationally,
madly, nothing in my consciousness but my fear and the chain, I turned to flee, and fell, hurting
my legs, tangled in the chain. I, on my knees, seized the chain, pulled at it, weeping. I tried to
back away, on my knees; my head was pulled cruelly forward. I held the chain. It was some ten feet
long. It extended to a heavy ring and plate fastened in a great granite rock, irregular, but some