I try to get away.

Two men block my path and one of them has me on a leash. It's not a smart move, but what else could I do?

The shock of not being able to breath makes me scream. The pain from the collar tightening around my throat draws the tears I've been holding back. I lose my balance and fall down the first couple of steps.

Al only stands there holding the lead. I'm able to stop myself from rolling all the way down partially because of the collar around my neck. This time it presses in hard enough to leave marks and draw some blood.

"I guess you're gonna crawl after all." Al is right behind me on the stairs and lets me know with his boot that this isn't a question anymore.