Collar of Betrayal
Jackson Dalton, my roommate, was a deeply disturbed voyeur. His greatest hobby in life was spying on me.
Back in school, he stole my underwear. After we started working, he set his sights on sleeping with the woman I loved, Caitlin Watson.
Because we were close, he constantly crossed the line, making crude, sexual remarks about Caitlin, who was a flight attendant.
"Those legs are insane. Wonder what it’d feel like to have them on my shoulders."
Every time he ran his mouth, Caitlin would throw water in his face and curse him out. "Stay the hell away from me, you freak."
For my sake, she never called the police on him, but every time he acted up, she made sure to humiliate him in public.
The night I successfully proposed, I bought a new house.
Jackson showed up with a full set of appliances as an apology gift.
Wearing her diamond ring, Caitlin leaned into my arms, smiling like she was the happiest woman alive.
All my friends said I was lucky to have such a beautiful and loyal fiancee, who even put my worst friend in his place.
Until I got up in the middle of the night for a drink. I noticed the guest room door was slightly open.
When I pushed it open, I saw Caitlin wearing a collar and being led on a leash while crawling on the ground.