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Araway took a piece of rope and tied my wrist cuffs together behind my back, said he didn’t trust me. He helped me in the truck, and we drove to the blacksmith’s shop. He parked by the side entrance and told me to stay in the truck, then went in to talk with the blacksmith.
He told the blacksmith what he wanted, and that he wanted it kept confidential. The blacksmith agreed, and told Araway he was always discrete with his best customers, but Araway said he would pay extra. The blacksmith showed Araway the cutting torch, and assured him it could be done safely.
The blacksmith locked the front entrance, and Araway came for me. He helped me out of the truck, and led me into the building. He explained why my hands were tied, and the blacksmith said he’d seen many slaves on that drug. The blacksmith looked at the slave hardware, and commented on the welding job.
He said it was done very precise, by someone who was very experienced. He said it made it more difficult, because there was very little room between the hardware and the flesh. He said he would have to put something all the way around between the hardware and the flesh, because the metal would be heated by the torch.
He told me to let him know when I felt the heat, and he would stop and let it cool down. He said he would start with the ankle cuffs, because he could get more packing behind the cuffs. He started cutting with the torch, and stopped when I said it was hot, he did this until he got the cuff off. Then he started on the other ankle, and soon both ankle cuffs were off.
The blacksmith said the wrist cuffs would be more difficult, because they were tighter. He packed what little he could and started, and I could feel the heat more. It took longer to get the wrist cuffs off, and when he did he noticed the bruises. He said that was from the impact, on the cuffs as the pic was hitting rock. He got.some medicine and put it on my wrist.
The blacksmith told us the collar would be the hardest, because very little packing could be fitted behind the collar. He started out as he did with the cuffs, but I could feel the heat almost from the start. He said I was more sensitive around the neck, but to let him know when it started to burn. It seemed like forever before he got the collar off, and he put some of the medicine around my neck.
Araway took me out to the truck, and told me he wasn’t going to tie my hands. I got in the truck and we drove to Araway’s house, where he got Orsty to give me a shower. I dried off with the help of Orsty, and put on my clothes. The clothes felt confining after being naked for over two weeks.