Again, the soft voice whispers my name. I can only muster a moan of some sorts. The footsteps come closer, and my curiosity gets the better of me.  Curiosity killed the cat, let’s hope it has some truth to it.  I crawl the short distance to the front of the cage they keep me in. Every move I make is loud, the shackles they bound around my wrists and ankles scrape against the metal of the cage. It takes so much energy to just move a small distance. 