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I want to put a spiked collar on you, but the spikes are on the inside. They pierce your flesh and dig in deep as I tighten it around your neck, nice and snug, and blood seeps past the leather and runs down your neck, which I happily lap up. I lock the collar and throw away the key. The wounds will heal around it and the collar will become a part of you, just as it should be, so you never forget who you belong to.