The Aftermath

The broadcast goes viral. Everyone is talking about it. Marcus Stone, the famous journalist, has surrendered on live television. Some people are horrified. Some are fascinated. Some are inspired.

The aftermath is chaotic. Reporters surround the estate, demanding interviews. Protesters gather at the gates, shouting slogans. Supporters arrive, holding signs and cheering.

I held a press conference on the estate’s front lawn. Lexi stands beside me, completely naked, her collar gleaming. Stone kneels at my feet, his head bowed, his body on display.

“Thank you all for coming,” I say. “I know you have questions. I know you have concerns. I’m here to answer them as honestly as I can.”

A reporter shouts, “Ms. Copeland, is it true that Marcus Stone was coerced into surrendering?”

I look at the reporter, meeting his eyes. “Stone chose this. He chose to surrender. He chose to be sterilized. He chose to be collared. He chose to be nude. He chose to be mine. You can see the contracts. You can see the paperwork. You can ask him yourself.”

I gesture to Stone, who looks up at the crowd. His face is calm, peaceful.

“I chose this,” he says, his voice clear. “I’m not a victim. I’m not a slave. I’m a pet. I’m property. And I’m proud.”

The reporters erupt with more questions. I answer them as best I can, but I know this is only the beginning. The scrutiny will intensify. The accusations will multiply. The world will try to tear us apart.

But I won’t let them.