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It was Jessica. Her delicate, charming act was totally gone. Her expensive gown was torn to shreds, her face covered in dirt and tears. But what caught my eye was the heavy restricting collar locked around her neck. Pure silver. Deadly poison to werewolves. The silver collar seared right into her flesh, making a sickening sizzling sound and burning white smoke. It was a torture device meant only for the worst felons. "Let me go! I'm innocent!" Jessica thrashed wildly.

Instruments of control. And in the center, on a pedestal of black stone, lay a single object. A collar. It was made of black iron, set with stones that pulsed with dark light. The same light that had been in Marcus’s eyes at the end. The same light that had seeped from the Heartstone before it crumbled. It was beautiful in a terrible way, elegant and cruel, designed to look like jewelry while functioning as a cage. What is it? I whispered. Soren’s voice was quiet, almost reverent. A slave collar. Forged by the first Lycan king to control his enemies. To break bonds. To turn wolves into puppets. Marcus planned to use it on you. To break the Triad Bond. To make

"So what did you do? He definitely wouldn't bring someone here for no reason." "It's a long and shocking story. I'm still struggling to believe it happened, especially in this day and age." Elena sighed, shaking her head. "I'm being held as collateral for my ex-husband's debt." "Collateral?" "Shocking, right? Your brother is a heartless devil." "That's strange." Sara's brows drew together. "Lu doesn't take people as collateral anymore. He stopped that a long time ago." Elena froze. "What do you mean?"

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

I did not answer aunt Nancy, I just did as told, she started washing my hair and I closed my eyes feeling the headache subside with her gentle touch. I can imagine how red the water is with my blood, Austin punishes me all the time but my punishments were no different from those given to pack members. They consisted of a shot of wolfbane except for the silver chains because they did nothing to me because am human. In place of silver chains, he would make the pack doctor give me a dose of the silver shot which manages to knock me out for a day or two.

I finally managed to voice out compliments to the brothers and my inside flutters when they gave me their smiles. The ceremony was eerily beautiful and strangely just felt as real as the one I had with Grady yesterday. I held my breath when it was time for him to put his collar on me. It was a beautiful thin gold band the small padlock was encrusted with diamonds which overall had the same design as the ring Grady put on my finger. The collar fits perfectly on the base of my neck, not too tight but not too loose either.

She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it. "These lock and can't be opened by the slave. The locking mechanism is internal, so it won't stand out like an external lock would. It won't rust, so it can be worn in the shower and has rounded edges so it can be worn for long periods of time without hurting her neck. If you push down on this piece right here," she pushed down and a ring which looked like a circle on the collar, popped out, "you have this ring to which you can attach leashes, or chains to her nipples or these bracelets which have a similar device. It's strong enough you could suspend her f

Chloe's stomach muscles quivered as she tried to avoid sobbing, forcing herself to put on a brave face as she stepped towards the pillar. The stone was freezing against Chloe's chest and stomach as the guard pulled her arms around the girth of the pillar so she was hugging it like a lost lover before tying her wrists tightly together so the rope bit into the delicate skin whilst keeping her body flush against the column. "Whatever you do, don't hold your breath between hits." The guard whispered to her hurriedly before disappearing off to the side. "Once again I am forced to remind you all of the consequences of stealing from me." The Alpha's voice rang out into the wintery night. "An innoce

What else is there to see? He laughs. "Observe them for a moment." I nod at him, and watch, I don't get what I am missing though. They are sat drinking, the guy is talking to someone else. "Okay, well, for one she is wearing a collar, which signified she is his. It's a form of commitment and acknowledgement that they are together. Second thing, she is a slave; hence, she isn't speaking to people. If you watch long enough she will reply only when given permission to do so. In here, she would not speak to other Masters and Mistresses without his prior permission." "Sounds like control." Not having permission to talk?

“Slave cannot speak vulgarly to her master!” Caleb glared at her. Lily almost burst out crying. She knew she was in deep shit. Caleb wanted to punish her and make her suffer. Then the next second, she did not expect him to bring out a collar. “Wear this.” He stretched it to her. “Around your neck,” he commanded and she looked at him like he had grown two heads. The collar was black and it had ‘slave’ written on a small silver plate right in front.