Halfway there (And being pulled back)

Found peace in the deserts sands and inhabitants
Followers who leave me be, irrespective of their wants and needs
Lost here, after running away from the promised land
To escape my tormentor and silent interrogator
Still tied to our tethers, my shock collar

Does my love for you outweigh the hurt that was inflicted?
Or am I your mouse attached to a string?
If you were so willing to part from me, why cant you let go?
Why cant I?