a new collar.

Emma cowers as bet she can while Ace fastens the collar on. It's plain aside from a small box pressing into her neck. Ace produces a lock that he uses to secure both collars to her. Then he unhooks the leash from the wall, allowing Emma to collapse panting on the floor.

When she catches her breath enough to muster a new series of insults, Em gets a rude awakening. Neither she, nor I had ever seen a shock collar before. It's pretty fucked up to put one on your dog, let alone a person. I have no idea what she was trying to say. All that comes out is a squeak.

Well, first a squeak then a scream when the first shock hits... followed by a shock for that one too. After that she's a whimpering mess. The front of her shirt is soaked in drool and tears. She sits up the best she can, but her hands are zip tied together and the jeans around her ankles make it hard.

"All you've gotta do is shut the fuck up, and you won't get hurt," he smiles and looks around as he finishes, "by the collar."

Then for good measure Ace squeezes the a controller, setting off another series of muffles screams and convulsions.

"You know they'll go easier on her if you join in." I snap out of the daze that I'd fallen into. Al shakes the keys and watches me gauging my response. I don't really understand his question, which annoys him.

"Dumb bitch! Nobody's gonna fuck with you unless I open the gate. That's a lotta dick for your friend. Plus a willing slut's always better.