Sitting indian style, her skirt hiding her slender, shapely legs, Briar watched the large man watch her. The man seemed nervous... there was a small bruise on Briar's arm...she'd hit the cage... but she wasn't sure when...she didn't remember pain... just frustration and fear... she was in the cage now, and nothing had happened yet.... her fear had calmed to steady anxiety  and she found herself watching the man for any movement...<br/><br/>He shifted... her hear flicked under her hat... then the other...then her tail...it was so quiet... her eyes scanned the room... shiny things, and soft things, and books, and all sorts of things... no windows, though... no birds... she wondered at that...most ladies had birds...she'd always had to be careful... not here, though...she was in a cage, just like a bird.... she would say so... but she didn't... she didn't like cages, she knew now... they made her feel like running... but she couldn't... they stopped her... well, it stopped her....<br/><br/>She shifted again, curling up and lying down... it wasn't dark here, but there were no windows... she wondered where the light came from.... she wasn't tired, but she was bored... so much that was new, but not in her cage... she closed her eyes, not sleeping, but maybe looking like it...  she still listened... she didn't like men especially...and not the big ones.. they were scarier than the women.