Keeping Me Company
It’s late at night, and local girl Ms Mukta madam is, supposedly, keeping me company in the stocks as she sits regally on top of the rough, wooden crossbeam wrapping her sneakered ankles around my humbled head. However, as you can see, she does not deign to engage me in conversation. Rather, she is completely fixated on her happy phone conversation with her male friend high above me.
Nevertheless, I am extremely grateful for her presence, if only because I have the opportunity to study her bright red socks next to my face – socks that are truly a sight for a sore prisoner-slave in the stocks to focus on, being the socks of a beautiful and haughty young woman!