Put a collar on my new pet

I beckon her to me casually. Her nakedness is not nearly so arousing to me as the look on her face. She is wary, not knowing what I will do to her, but fairly certain that she won’t like it, and painfully aware that nothing she can do will stop it. She stops right in front of me. I can see her pale flesh trembling ever so slightly. I smile and rise from my seat, staring right over her head in clear, unconcerned dominance.

I put my hand in my pocket and draw forth a small metal collar. It’s roughly an inch wide and paper thin. The only marking on it is the stylized S that has become my trademark.

“This trinket is solid steel,” I say simply, “It has two command words. One removes the collar, the other removes your head. There is no other way to get it off safely. Apokolips ingenuity at its finest.” That particular mission hadn’t gone well at all, but just the chance to steal a few tidbits from Darkseid’s idiotic parademons had made it well worth my while nonetheless.

I place it slowly around her neck, allowing my gloved hands to wander over the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders. Even through the intervening leather I can appreciate her blemish free skin… like marble or alabaster. I enjoy the little shiver she gives as the device clicks closed. The mind is a strange and easily manipulated thing. She is no more doomed than she was just moments ago… but the collar adds a strange finality to it.

I attach a steel cable leash to it, and turn away, leading her down the hall. "I have prepared a room for you. Come."