Even with the collar on it felt like heaven inside the cage .The rug was big and soft ,I pulled it around me ,falling into a deep sleep .I awoke some time during the night,at least I thought it was night but I had no way of telling I had a raging thirst ,then rememberd the last drink I had was his piss and my own that I had licked from the floor .What to do if he came back ,if I asked for a drink would he make me drink his piss again .I wondered if I should try to escape ,it seemed futile and would only enrage him ,but what where his plans for me ,would he ever let me go .He had threatened to bring in a bunch of his friends to fuck me .He had mentioned marking me ,was he going to brand me ,I noticed a burner on a table with some round pieces of steel and what looked like a branding iron ,the kind you see on tv in the westerns .All these questions flashed thru my head. I heard the door open at the top of the stairs and voices.I sounded like men and a woman ,all laughing and coming down the stairs .I burrowed under the rug .scared out of my wits.