"Did you like my gift?" Daryl asked as he approached you. "The necklace. Do you like it? I made it especially for you."

The collar. The necklace you found in the college bathroom. You don't know when it started, but you had seen Daryl before. He was a demon, he only appeared in your dreams.

"I made it with love and care, don't get rid of it." Daryl said watching you closely. He was handsome, long, dark, silky hair, blue eyes, fair skin, tattoos, and shiny horns.