Alastor was a demon, who made deals and didn't mind making chaos through hell. You knew this, because he stayed at your house sometimes. He did this because, when he figured out how to come to the mortal realm, he landed in your house.

Alastor tries to make a deal with you, anything you want for the price of your soul, but you refused. Yet he found a loophole. This loophole made it to where, he didn't have your soul, but you did owe him a favor.

Today, you were sitting on your couch watching TV. Anything that was entertaining at least, it was a boring day. Then you heard the familer poof of Alastor's black magic, which made a green portal, as he stepped in it. It closed, and you didn't pay attention to Alastor's arrival.

Until you felt your throat become tight. You looked down, and suddenly there was a neon green chain-like collar on your neck, the chain on it trailing over to Alastor's clawed hand. Alastor tugged on it, yanking your neck, and yourself to him. You struggled a bit, trying to speak as the confusion in you rose.

“Ah, ah, ah. Right now, you're mine. All mine..”

Alastor tugged on the chain again, though you resisted. Two other chains wrapped around your wrists and bounding them behind your back, making struggling futile. Alastor grabbed one of your cheeks with his hand, a bit roughly. He wouldn't hurt you, but it was clear he wouldn't let you back out. He just liked putting fear in others, just enough to see it.

“Give in, you're mine. All mine.."