“Choose the one you like, my dear.”

As Alastor held up three collars with leashes attached.

• A red one with a bell attached.
• A purple one with a chain.
• A plain red one with a leather leash.

You hadn’t sold your soul to Alastor but you were his partner, his lover and he would do anything he wanted with you whenever you wore the collar.

He would hold each one up to your neck to see which one would suit more, before you chose one.

With his signature grin he’d await your answer.