<strong> Sorcha being lead for a bath</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Sorcha hated the collar, tried to swallow again and thought she would gag, it felt as if she were being strangled and even as she was dragged like some beast…nay worse than a beast the pict struggled against the bonds and the collar. Of course she could not speak, and for now she would not try to, be cause the metal man understood her.<br/><br/>Again her shoulders rolled, again in there sockets loosening them a little, though it was difficult as was moving her wrists. As it was her head was not firing properly, Sorcha felt tired, and her legs were feeling a little heavy and she almost fell over a few times as the headed through the area which was a little blurred to her.<br/><br/>Was this some metal man bonding ceremony…if it was then they were strange people and she did not like it. Again she struggled a little. Not necessarily to escape for now but more to be free of all that caused her such discomfort. Struggling again the bonds tightened once more…As she finally tried to speak drool dribbled over the gag. Though frightened for now with all the drugs in her system she could not fight. That in itself was yet more worrying.<br/><br/>