I wouldn't want to be a slave but that doesn't stop me from dreaming about it...

The only clothes I got is a tattered old tunic made from rough hemp. I'm all naked underneath and so my nipples constantly rub against the rough fabric and are sore. I wear heavy iron shackels on the feet, with a short chain between. Small steps are possible, running is clearly impossible. My hands are of course chained too, in front of my body. A heavy iron collar is locked around my neck and the hand-shackels...