You had a problem with things around your neck. You couldn't wear chokers, no tight neck shirts, no collars. It terrified you; the feel of being unable to breathe.

You didn't want to be collared. You feel yourself break out in a cold sweat. You tried to keep yourself composed as Gaz slowly reached for you, the collar in his hand.

"You'll have to wear it for a while. The higherups gave the order for you to be collared." He says gently.