Novel & Cerita Free Spirit Dog Shock Collar

“This was the best solution. It’s a GPS. We can track your movements to make sure you don’t run off with Mia.” I tug on the leather again. “It’s a fucking tracking collar? What am I a dog?” “You look like a frightened puppy,” Beau’s voice hits my ears. I whip my head towards him. He’s standing next to his other brothers closer to the door. I didn’t even notice them in my terror. Beau cocks his head. “All curled up like that. It’s tragic.”

"I failed all of you and I deserve what I get!" I gaped at her, anger falling away. I'd never seen her so emotional. Hell, I rarely saw her crack a smile, as far as that went. Her wolf emerged, whining like a beaten puppy, only to retreat again as she clawed at the metal collar around her neck. I didn't have time for her pity party. As hard as it was, I shoved aside my own emotions and reached out to her with my spirit magic, feeling along the edges of the collar.

Something strange is going on here. As I gazed down at her unconscious body, I noticed it, an item that I was very familiar with. A piece of equipment that I could never forget about. It was a shock collar. The same kind of one that the hunters used to use on me during my training. How did her father get one though? I know all about this device. Pasha used to tell me all about it as he used it on me. A device of his own creation, he would tell me. Intended to weaken the beast side and cause insurmountable pain. He was always so proud as he spoke about it. If the subject does somehow become able to initiate a change during the process, the electricity would burn the fur right off. I know firs

“Tristan said anyone from that shithole Emerald Howl Pack is a potential criminal, unfit for important positions. Oh, and to prevent us from ‘committing crimes,’ he made us all wear this—” Trent pulled down his collar, revealing a shock collar around his neck. It was used to prevent werewolves from shifting. Fury surged through me, and I snapped, “How dare they!!!”

But of course, if you do have that need, we can include a leash and collar as a free gift. Me: [Okay.] Just in case he really did have too much energy and needed walking, a leash would be good to have on hand. With no further questions, I paid and placed the order for the gentle, well-behaved incubus. Right after checkout, a notice popped up: [Shop Owner's Note: Discounted items are non-refundable once signed for.] That didn't bother me. The discount was already massive—no returns was understandable. Besides, I'd seen the exact incubus in the video.

Imagining putting that pistol against his temple, and pulling the trigger; the dreams would stop, the nameless men would disappear, and he’d be free. He shook his head, and stood up from the chair. It took him less than an hour to install the two electronic doggy doors that worked with the new collar around Dakota’s neck. He showed Dakota the door, pushed him through from either side, and he was satisfied that the dog could go out when he needed to, but also get back into the house. Heavy raindrops had started to fall, but the storm was still raging inside him. He needed to clear his head, to get these dark thoughts out of his mind. He wasn’t suicidal, had never been, but the idea had a cert

Permanent. "A new collar," he whispered in her ear. Amused. Pleased. "Beautiful, isn't it? Everyone will see it. Admire it. Think it's just jewelry. A gift from a husband to his wife. But we'll know. You'll know. Every time you touch it. Every time you see it in the mirror. You'll remember. What it really is. Who you really belong to." She touched it. The pendant. Sleek. Solid. The GPS tracker hidden inside. Her leash made elegant. Her freedom measured in signals and satellites. Her collar disguised as a gift.

"What's going on? Is it broken? But I'm telling the truth! I'm Jessica Farrell!" As panic set in, she spoke frantically. "It must be broken. The forensic guy must have damaged it just now. I'll try again. Just one more time." She swallowed hard before raising her voice. "I didn't abuse my child! I was only doing what was best for her! I love her very much!" The red light flashed even faster as the collar beeped. In fact, it blinked so fast that it blurred into one continuous glow. The collar, detecting her skyrocketing heart rate, automatically delivered a weak electric shock.

“And this, our little pet, will be your newest accessory from us. And believe me, it holds quite the punch.” Laughing at his pun does Antonio continue to hold the item. The item much similar to those of the cuff but bigger. My mind soon piecing together the item. A collar. A fucking collar. And without any doubt it was a shock collar as well. “No. NO FUCKING WAY. No. No. No.” I yell. My body now fighting against Angelo. Angelo clearly bored by my antics as he moves to pin me against his body. His hold over me now preventing me from moving as Antonio moves to approach us. His hand soon moving to slide my hair away from my neck as he moves to secure the collar.

He gave a toothy grin, walks over to my wardrobe and brings out a box. He placed the box on the bed, opened the box and brings out a dog collar from it. The collar was just plain, with no design... Rusty silver collar. "You see this right here, slave. This is your collar." His grin became more wider. I shifted back in horror, no.. this is the height of it, I have already gone through so much humiliation, I will not let him put that collar thingy on my neck. I am not a dog!!.