The man returns.

The duo know that they can't give up.

They have to keep pulling.

Maybe the branch will give.

After a while, they get some company.

"Ah, you waited for me. How nice," the man says with a sardonic drip.

He unties the leather strap from the branch and leads them down a path.
They can't resist, waddling behind him.

They get to another clearing and he stops.

"You need one more thing to be presentable to the others."
They gulp.

The gulp was justified.

He took short lengths of leather and tied each other their legs to the stick resting behind it.
They forced them to stay spread-legged.

They were even less mobile than before.
No escape now!

"Let's move it, ladies," he says, grabbing the leash again, "You've got a quarter mile before we reach the Camp."
'Oh boy!'

The walk is long and tiring, giving them time to reminisce...