Kajira figured she was crafty. When she figured I wasn't looking, she grabbed the spare keys and shoved them under a pillow. I could have bound her tight and taken the keys away, but where's the fun in that? Instead, I made sure the locks were on there for good by snapping them off in the lock. Spare keys or not, she wasn't getting out, ever. Struggling was her only option, in the small hope that one of the chains would come loose. Kajira had made her bed and now it was time for her to lie in it.