She refuses to wear the collar

“This must be some kind of joke, right?” Naomi looks around at you, then at the security. “I’m not wearing that.”

She looks to you for support, but you’re so worried about the security here and the guns on their belts that all you can manage is a worried look back at her.

“I can see this one needs some discipline,” the security woman says. “We’ll leave the pair of you to talk for five minutes, then we’ll be back. We expect the collar to be worn by then.”

The security leave, and you and Naomi look at each other, you try to touch her hand, but she shies away.

“I can’t believe you didn’t look into this place properly,” she says. “I’m not going to wear it. I don't care what they plan on doing.”

You look at her face, her pretty eyes. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. Lots of girls are wearing them these days. And it’s the norm here, it won’t be such a big deal when everyone is wearing them.”

“I’m not one of those girls. I’m not wearing it." Her shoulders drop and she sighs. "What do you think they’ll do?”

“Maybe they’ll put us on a flight back home.”

A few more awkward minutes pass, and then the security return. The woman looks at the collar on the table, then at Naomi.

“We gave you a choice,” she says. “Take her away.”

“What?” Naomi looks shocked as a couple of men grab her beneath each shoulder. She kicks and screams as she’s dragged to her feet and pulled towards the door, you half-stand, but the woman places her hand on her gun and stares at you, so you sit again as Naomi is dragged away.

"Please." You put your hands together to beg. "She doesn't mean any disrespect. I'm sure if you bring her back, she'll wear it."

"It's too late for that now," the woman says. "We gave her plenty of opportunity to obey."

"But..."

"Look, I'm sorry, but she should have listened, wearing the collar isn't such a big deal, especially here."

You look at the door, thinking about whether to get up at run after Naomi.

“Where are you taking her?”

“Your **** is disobedient; we can’t have that here. She’ll be taken away for some training.”

You stare at the desk, wondering what sort of training will take place.

“I’d suggest you read this.” She hands you a pamphlet that reads: how to train your ****. “Go to your hotel and get settled in, you can collect her when her training is complete. She’ll be much more obedient then, I’m sure.”