Greta turned back to Lisa. ‘Now my dear, you will help me!’ Greta walked over and opened the side of the cage as Karen looked across at the plight that Lisa had landed in.
‘Please, my Mistress, please, please don’t hurt me again.’ Lisa was tearful.
‘Nonsense! Get in, and put your head through the top.’
Lisa moved slowly as Karen stared. Then she saw why Lisa was so frightened. The cage was tall and, allowing for the teetering heels, reached up to Lisa’s shoulders. There was an opening at the top which Greta adjusted for Lisa to stick her head through. Once she was in position she closed the metal circle around her neck.
‘Please Mistress, have pity! Please!’ Lisa was plaintive.
Karen could see more clearly. Around the metal collar, all around the inner face, was a series of long metal spikes, but she could not tell if they were sharp or blunt ended. Either way they looked to be uncomfortable, they were placed in such a way that if Lisa moved her head in any way she would feel the points sticking into her tender neck.
As Greta closed the door, Karen could see that there were similar spikes along the inner face of every bar.
Lisa stood very still indeed. The cage was cunningly designed. As long as the occupant stood perfectly still it was, relatively, comfortable, but any movement would force one or more of the spikes into the naked flesh, causing pain at the very least if not actually breaking the skin.