他把我像猪一样紧紧地铐住，然后把颈带直接系在手铐上。我刚一放松或想打个盹，颈带就狠狠地勒住我的喉咙，慢慢地让我窒息。

我只有两个选择：要么屈服于那种强烈而又令人上瘾的窒息感——这种感觉我内心深处其实渴望着；要么拼命抓住我的脚或锁链，使劲往里拽，把自己蜷缩成更紧、更痛苦的猪蹄状，只为了能再次呼吸。

我拼命挣扎，试图找到一个能让我喘口气的姿势，扭动、挪动，试探着钢制束缚的极限。但每次我动一下，尤其是我试图侧身的时候，颈带就会无情地收紧。只要稍微动一下，无论我把腿缩得多紧，无论我多么用力，都会被彻底勒死。

他看着我，当我挣扎得太厉害时，他只是伸手把颈带勒得更紧，让我越来越动弹不得。Lying hogcuffed as tightly as He wants me, He attaches my neck strap directly to the cuffs. The moment I try to relax or drift off, the strap pulls cruelly across my throat, slowly cutting off my air.

I have two choices give in to that intense, addictive choking sensation I secretly crave or desperately grab my feet or the chains and yank them inward as hard as I can, folding my body into an even stricter, agonizing hogtie just to breathe again.

I struggle hard to find any position that gives me relief twisting, shifting, testing the limits of the steel. But every time I move, especially if I try to turn onto my side, the neck strap tightens mercilessly. One wrong shift and I’d be completely choked out, no matter how close I pull my legs or how much I strain.

He watches and when I fight too much, He simply reaches down and tightens the neck strap even more, giving me less and less room to maneuver.