With Anger

Tom’s words bounce around in my head, sending frustration through me. Anger floods through my body, taking over any of my common sense.

“Fuck you. You set me up to be your fucking **** and ruined my life. You kidnapped me, probably tried to **** me, tried to kill me, made me blow you, and you just whipped the shit out of me! Why the fuck would I want to listen to you? It’s not like that’s really gonna do me any fucking favors! Look, you and I both know that you’re going to make me do whatever you want, anyway, I don’t see the point in making it any fucking easier on you. So if you don’t mind, I’d rather fucking not.”

Tom stares at me for a moment, his eyes drained of emotion. I glare back at him, not wanting to back down. After a short pause, he shrugs, before turning and heading off to grab something from a table in the corner. I cross my arms over my chest and watch as he comes back with something… familiar. Without another word to me, he wraps the thing around the back of my neck and buckles it shut. Collar.

“Down-”

“What?”

“Down,” Tom repeats, raising his eyebrows and pointing down to the floor. “On your hands and knees, now.” I furrow my brow and clench my jaw, before shaking my head. He sighs, before speaking up again. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I start to ask what he meant, when I feel something painful shooting through my body, stemming from my neck. The sensation renders my mind nearly completely blank, the only thing still lingering is that I need to get this thing off of me. I yelp out in pain and sink to my knees, while I try to pull the collar off of me. My fingers manage to slip between the thing and my neck at the sides, but that only causes some of the electricity to shoot down my arms, leaving the rest to still rush through my neck, head, and chest.

After a moment, the electricity stops. My muscles stay tense and I feel my hands shaking and twitching. My breath feels ragged in my chest as I try to calm myself down internally. As soon as my hands get anywhere near stable, I release my grip on the collar. I look up at Tom, a smirk covering his face. As much as I want to say something, I know better than trying to start shit with him, especially with this fucking collar on me.

Without another word, I look down at the floor again and start to lower myself to put my hands on the floor. Before I get all the way down, I hear Tom leaving the room. Even though I stop moving, I don’t actually straighten myself up, at least some, until I hear the door slam behind him. I raise my head and glance around the room, making sure that Tom’s actually gone.

As soon as he’s gone, I feel something building up inside of me. Something about that smirk - that stupid fucking smirk - fills me with anger again. Before I take any action, I start thinking. The last time I did something drastic, I ended up shock-collared in a millionaires basement. The first thing that comes to my mind is finding something I can use to pick the lock on the door. There are a ton of different metal things in this room I could probably **** into being a pick just from where I’m sitting, I just have to find whatever works.

I start standing up to look around for something, when I feel my mind blank out again, the same way it had the first time the collar shocked me. My body feels frozen in place. This time, I know better than to try and pull it off, even though I really want to.

After a moment, I manage to **** myself down to my knees again, praying that it will make it stop. As soon as I feel the floor against my skin, it does. I lay flat on my back and feel my chest heaving again, as I try to calm myself once again. I stare up at the ceiling, waiting for the little ‘stars’ to clear out of my vision.

As soon as they do, I get on my hands and knees. As suspicious as the timing was, I don’t want to give up on my plans just yet. There’s always a chance that Tom just decided to be a dick and shock me for the hell of it. It definitely wouldn’t be the most horrific thing he’s done tonight.

I crawl over to the rack of handcuffs lining the walls and straighten back to my knees to look at them. My eyes scan across all of them, looking for a pair with some part that’s thin enough for me to break and to fit through the slot of the lock.

Just as I reach for some that I think might work, the collar turns on again. I shrink back again, planting my hands on the floor in front of me. Once I do, the collar switches back off.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, tingling pain still searing through my body.

“Did you really think I would let you out of my sight for that long?” Tom’s voice echoes through the room, coming somewhere from above me. I look up at the ceiling, when my eyes land on the camera and speaker in the corner of it. Tom flips the collar on one last time, for far shorter luckily, before turning it back off. “Hi.”

I glare up at the camera for a few more seconds, before just sitting down in silence. I stare straight at the wall, trying to just zone out until the morning.

“Come on, try to get some sleep. Trust me, you’re going to need it for tomorrow.”