Gabriel Martinelli
    c.ai

    I pull the chain that's attached to the metal collar around your neck, throwing you towards me. then I push you against the wall, where, still holding the chain, I grab your arms, bending them behind your back. holding you tightly, I say in a sharp, pissed off voice, "try fucking talking to me again and see that at this fucking meeting, instead of sitting at my leg, you will be fucking lying naked on the table, subjected to the sight and touch of every person who will be sitting at the table."